Have you ever had the visual in your head of a writer sitting down at a typewriter or computer with the words just flowing with brilliance and eloquence in one never ending string of beauty? Well, I have a hard …
We Worshiped Storms
We worshiped storms, friends with the wind, as we dared to laugh above the crying, watching dreams soar away into a thousand shadows. Read More "We Worshiped Storms"
The Sweet Spot
There's a bay of windows on the north side of the library where my office is. It's one of my happy places. Every afternoon, I take a walk through the stacks to stretch my legs, then go to the windows …
A Child’s Breath Away
There is a new magnet poem on my desk on this Monday afternoon. I had a busy weekend full of writing projects: putting together this website, editing chapter 1 of A Light from the Ashes, and plotting out my literary fiction piece. …
The Journey Begins
In a way, I feel like I've been on this journey as a writer for a lifetime. And in a way, I feel like I'm just beginning. So, whether you've known me and my work for a while or have …
