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...

My First Writing Conference In the midst of my “Edge of Glory 1” edits, I am surrounded by my binder, three notebooks, three pages (and...

You stuck a pin through a butterfly, yet promised she deserved the best, a slight stroke along her delicate wings of velvet, she was...

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

You couldn’t give me shelter when a hurricane crumbled in with gusts irate enough to send solid bones trembling. Yet stoic you stood...