"I've been thinking a lot about this thing we all do -- life…" she began, her pencil absently tracing an invisible line around the open...

A coffee cup, a ring of dried sludge around the bottom, a pair of round, tortoiseshell glasses -- one lens tinted dark where it bakes in...

If you walk with me, you are welcome -- though I cannot guarantee the content of our time. My vision shifts with sun and shadows, rage...

My fangirl letter to my new favorite author. I freely admit that no matter my age I am, at heart, forever and always an uncomfortable,...

Another installment in the process of getting (the right) words on paper: Every Wednesday I take our teen son on a road trip to spend the...

Another installment in the process of getting (the right) words on paper: I just spent three days knowing a chapter was all wrong from...

Fandoms are passionate. Some more than others. It might seem odd to pen a piece about a fandom's reaction to casting, because, well…it's...

Whenever I do a reading, questions invariably arise regarding my approach to writing, where my ideas come from and how I get them from...

"HIDDEN: an impossible story" is a short, YA magical realism novel about a fifteen-year-old boy and his struggle with anxiety. There's a...

Late to the party, I know, but we just watched the movie "Selma". I wish I could have recorded the moments after that first sentence was...

We have a son who is fourteen years old. The first election he was old enough to be aware of was President Obama in 2008. We watched the...

This is NOT my work space. It is lovely, zen, uncluttered, and unfettered. The view is -- green, and while not particularly special, it...

So I recently won a short story contest on Words and Brushes. Yay for me! But seriously -- I'm happy, it's nice to be validated, to be...

Dark, cold, buried beneath a pile of thick, soft, dense white; it is a time to hibernate and hide away. The world has vanished beneath a...

I've been thinking a lot about writing...the act of writing, the putting of words to paper and making it real, rich, honest. All writers...

Birthdays tend to be a time of reflection (or hiding, I suppose, depending on your disposition). Every year I keep waiting for the "age...

Diary of Her a short tale of what was When did the leaves change? I think to myself as I stand in the path to the small patch of woods...