I was eighteen, and almost free. I had my whole life ahead of me. Six weeks before I could escape the cult I grew up in and go to college, live in a dorm, and finally, maybe, have a life of some sort. I was on a train to go see Kiss. A moment I’ll […]Read more "The Loss I Carry In Secret"
Weston doesn’t believe in voodoo but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t believe in him. His life and family were steeped in the stuff and it was fine, until voodoo took everything from him, ripped his life from his grasp. And when it swallowed whole the person he loved most he had to escape. But there […]Read more "Speak No Evil is HERE and $20 Amazon giveaway!"
The only way to learn how to write is to write a lot. I can’t remember which writer I got that little piece of advice from but it has always rung true for me. There are times I want to tell a story but don’t feel like I am doing the characters or their voices […]Read more "The Never Ending Process"
I hate this idea that you have to pick a sexuality or identity and that is what you get. Why is there this pick a color of the rainbow and stick with it rule? Like everything about us doesn’t change as we experience life. Why does identity have to be the same as it was […]Read more "Don’t tell me what my sexuality and identity can be."
I want better for myself. I think we all do. I want to hold myself to a higher standard. I have been torn for weeks finishing up this YA book I’m writing. I’ve never been happy with a YA I’ve finished before. This one is queer. It has a trans main character and a bisexual […]Read more "Pushing for More"
Maybe we have the idea of mental health all wrong. I’ve been thinking a lot about mental health recently. I read a powerful twitter thread, I can’t remember who wrote it, about how hard it is to reach out when people are at their lowest. It stuck with me, and I’ve been thinking about it […]Read more "The Little Lies We Tell Ourselves"
Holidays are hard. Anyone who doesn’t agree with me might not have lived or loved as hard. Or maybe I was just dealt a different hand from life. The first two funerals I went to were those of my sister and father barely five months apart. There are so many of us who have lost […]Read more "Holidays Are Hard"