A Writer’s Nook

I always wanted to be the kind of writer that had a big oak desk to write upon. Perhaps keep it in a dimly lit room that smelled of leather, and had the gentle sound of a ticking clock--a metronome, tick-tock-ticking with each syllable I type out on an ancient typewriter. Sadly, that is not…

Winning Flash Fiction Story!

I must admit that hosting a flash fiction contest was a bit stressful. First, there was the fear that no one would submit stories ... then the fear that there would be a bunch of stories, and I would be blind by the end of the week. Thankfully, there was a happy median, and here I sit…

Sally Ember–*CHANGES*, Conversations between Authors

I was really nervous taking part in *CHANGES* with Sally Ember this morning. I had never done anything close to a live show, whether it be a television, internet, or radio program. There's always that fear that you'll say or do something unforgiveable and that it would be caught in the moment and preserved for…

Alstroemeria Serenade

 Happiness can be fleeting. It wanes as the moon does through the seasons, never in one place for too long. It hops and leaps about like a frog, sharing its goodness with the world for mere moments at a time. Then, as an impatient child will, it slips away again—off to explore the other corners…

Is It in His Eyes?

Well, what Aretha Franklin and I are looking for are two very different things. What she’s looking for is verification, proof that a man loves you so. To answer her question, no it isn't in his eyes, it’s in his kiss. Now that we have that out the way, what I’m looking for has a…