Journey into My Imagination
Nineteen years ago.... nineteen years ago, I was running around chasing a five year old while I was heavily pregnant with my second child. The second child came after a few years of struggling with infertility, before PCOS really had a name. My first child was a beautiful, happy, curly brown haired moppet of a... Continue Reading →
Your words are your art, your literary children - cutting them can feel a bit like murder.
Kindness is a method of communication that trumps all.
The trophies that decorated Sven’s house were extraordinary, as Sven would tell you himself. On his walls hung the heads of some of the most elusive creatures: a sleepy giant, a wolf who claimed to be big and bad, a large bear with a hankering for porridge. In some circles Sven was revered, though others... Continue Reading →
With the right one, she can be an empress in the boardroom or the bedroom
Quick glances on sleepy morning elevator rides were not enough. She was beautiful – but he didn’t know her name. 24-C, that’s what he called her. He knew because he was 27-C, the awkward artist who had no idea how to approach his beautiful neighbor.
1863 - Fredericksburg, Virginia, snow blanketed the town with muffled silence that belied the atrocities all around. From a ramshackle one-story house could be traced an unmistakable pattern. Through snow as deep as a man’s knee, there were two uneven footprints, angled to the left the mark of a cane, and to the right a... Continue Reading →
