Sometimes I hide within bleakness. At least, that’s how it’s felt lately. Work stress. Financial hardship. Feeling stuck in various...

Intergenerational trauma is a topic that has spanned a few of my posts lately between here and Medium. But today, Mother’s Day in the UK,...

A friend of mine lost her husband recently. A wonderful man. Kind, compassionate, funny. They’re both the types of people emitting loving...

Stop making every female character a mother Any other childfree women and writers who are tired of watching their favourite fictional...

An interview published in The Paris Review’s spring edition caused me to go into a state of reflection. Author Rachel Cusk discussed many...

Say Goodbye It intrigues me how it’s on the days we say goodbye that we remember the little things. I can still close my eyes and recall...

With the upcoming release of “Beyond Dark 1: Belladonna”, I have been immersed in book marketing research. The bane of authors....

This week’s post is dedicated to my friends in my writing group on Discord, the Night Owls. Thank you for being there and being a light...

Eventually you have to be unafraid of yourself and who you’re becoming. To embrace the signs of life stirring within, showing that a...

Sometimes I'm living my life in a rearview mirror. There are so many moments here and now I should be living for. Soaking in. Because...

This is the first Valentine’s Day I have spent single in eight years. Eight. Years. This means I spent 80 per cent of my 20s in one...

Only sometimes. This is just going to be a random post, inspired by a conversation a couple weeks ago with my younger sister (formerly...

Dear Chester; I’ll never tell him how much I cried that day. How, as he pulled out of the driveway and disappeared, I collapsed, a...

Twenty-nine isn’t old. But on the odd rainy spring night when I get home from work, I sit back in my favourite orange chair with a...

Pages keep turning. Every light of a cigarette. Every drop of vodka at the bottom of a glass. Slipping over ice precariously yet...

I found myself staring into something terrifying today. At the bottom of the barrel. Scraping the fragments of my dating pool on a free...

Outrunning memories, barreling down back roads, past Alberta fields barren. Speed; adrenaline; hammer down. Something endless ahead,...

Some things are simply meant to be. That doesn’t make it any easier to endure and let go. Some days are too long and some nights are too...

They call it “butterflies” when you fall in love for a reason. When it all ends, it is what gets released into the world to move on. Like...

Sometimes the pieces fall into place in a moment so minuscule, it passes right by. For me, it was a night so clear, the stars were...