A couple years ago I read Petals on the Wind by V. C. Andrews. I confess that her first book,
The other day out of desperation, I ate Real Food for lunch, then promptly had to make a run for
Ages ago, we had a neighbor who was expecting her second at the same time I was pregnant with #3.
I used to be a big anime geek when I was a teenager, and watched far more series than I
I confess that I’m a terrible reader. Every time I pick up a book, I think, “This time I’ll read
Sometimes I like to turn on Bob Ross to absorb how calm and mellow he is, and I find it
I often think that the problem with contemporary fiction writing is that there are too many rules to contend with.
Sometimes I angst about word count. The way I see it, most people take forever to say absolutely nothing, so
Writing communities always make me feel like I’m the crazy, avant-garde person that everyone dismisses because I’m just so out
I’ve always believed that a talented enough writer could turn the topic of drying paint into a fascinating read, but