It’s one of those hot and sticky days. The advertisements in my inbox assure me that this is the last
I look at Pinterest when I’m too tired to function, and the site is always eager to suggest infographics and
I joined an online community for writers. I confess that on an emotional level, it takes me back to being
I have a confession to make. I don’t read books to my kids. Which is kind of funny, because I
Everything I experience is converted into a metaphor for my writing. My worst fears are that someone will take the
My best friend in high school had a boyfriend named Jason. Jason cheated on her then bragged about it online.
When I was a kid, I used to pin my bright yellow blanket around my shoulders (the perfect universal costume,
Coming out from being in a deep writing mode feels like waking up from a dream. I feel groggy and
Remember how I said that I have problems? This is what the past three days have been like.
One of my goals in life is to have an angel statue standing over my grave.