Yes, let's. It's the internet bully's favorite term to mock people who, I don't know, have feelings, I guess. There are a bajillion memes and GIFs that get pasted into replies. Hilarious. But triggers are real, and I'd like to share a story about mine. I'm a childhood cancer survivor. I was diagnosed with a... Continue Reading →

I don't know if I'm her or she's me. There are twenty-eight years between us. Right now, as I watch the clock and do the math about how much time separates me from what I dread, I feel her. She's scared. I'm scared. Maybe we are the same person. She's raw emotion, real and visceral.... Continue Reading →

This has been a monster year in my writing life. I finished two full manuscripts, and almost a third, but I'm not sure I can write 2,500 words by midnight, and I'm not going to try. I went to my first writer workshop and participated in a pitch contest. I queried a novel for representation... Continue Reading →

It's Christmas, so that means putting a dead evergreen tree inside your house, listening to the same 15 songs you've heard 187,611 times, and watching low budget Christmas entertainment. Every year, I watch at least two or three of these made for TV disasterpieces, and they never disappoint. In the spirit of the season, I... Continue Reading →

Dear readers, I hope this note from my Refrigerator Purgatory finds you well. We are now in week two of our refrigerator-less existence, and it's going... well, it's going. This is our current refrigerator, a college dorm sized Sanyo from approximately 2002. Also, it's in the foyer, because of course it is. When I last... Continue Reading →