
I started thinking about why I began writing, why I love it so much. My initial thought was the first Creative Writing course I ever took in high school. I had finally found a place where I was understood, where I could … Continue reading
I started thinking about why I began writing, why I love it so much. My initial thought was the first Creative Writing course I ever took in high school. I had finally found a place where I was understood, where I could … Continue reading
Here is another work-in-progress snip-it from my next novel, Courage, for your reading pleasure. Enjoy! ——————– It was cold, as most winter nights in northern New Jersey are, when Jamie pulled into the half deserted parking lot of the local … Continue reading
I wished for you… On too many stars. In tiny whispers of night when light peeked through pinholes of the velvet black evening air: I wished for you… Each nightfall, I’d breathe in deep and exhale words of desperate hopes. … Continue reading
This is shaping up to be one of my favorite scenes in my new book between Jamie and Wes, my two main characters. Hope you enjoy this little in-the-works snip it! *** Jamie had walked briskly from Wes’s front door … Continue reading
“Shh, let it out,” I’d say to you as you lay on your side crying without control, bundled in blankets, sad and lonely, missing someone you once loved. And I’d stroke your hair and pull your curls out of your … Continue reading
I can count the times I’ve driven a pick-up truck on one hand. There haven’t been many and only short distances. Mostly to shuffle cars in the driveway or to the deli down the street. My small stature and nerves … Continue reading
This is an uncommon love letter: a love letter in reverse. I have held on for so long with strong grasps from tiny hands. Memories, moments, words, letters, and incomplete promises tangled in between fingers of clenched fists. I squeezed … Continue reading
I write. Always to the same recipient. Never mailing, never sending, never adding postage. Keeping my words locked up tightly, protected like a mother bear protects her cubs. Never allowing anyone in, never letting the words out. I look for … Continue reading