I spoke in my previous post about the transformative short story I wrote about a woman who had more in common with me as a person than I'd ever known in my own written fiction before. Happily sharing that short story with you in daily excerpts. See below for Part 1. **************************************************************************************************************************************** Aggie and the …
Blogtober #8: She Writes.
A bit of self-promotion this fine autumn. Did you know that I’ve written and published three books? Yes, you say, it’s on the Writing tab on your blog, TSP. This is true. But we’re highlighting my work on the main page today. All my books can be purchased on Amazon right here. Note that this …
On Harry & Meghan.
If you're living on this side of Earth, you've heard that Harry and Meghan have decided to significantly change their status with the royal family. (I won't link to any articles because, whew chile, the bias.) In other words, H&M want to step back from being senior members of the royal family, become financially independent, …
Maybe.
Maybe you don't need a relationship to heal you. Maybe singleness isn't killing you. Maybe you're simply looking for love. To love and to be loved. And although you will survive and thrive without it, the need is there. And each day that passes you by, as the need remains unfulfilled, you put out the …
Indulge Me, For a Moment.
Me and him.
Your Elephant, After All.
Dearest reader, last Friday, I published my third book. I seem to favor anthologies and this publication is no different: Your Elephant, After All is my third collection, and this time, it's poetry. I am exceedingly proud of this book, especially because it was born during a difficult time. As you know, life hasn't been the easiest …
*distant sobbing*
The current state of things. Winter is weird. Le sigh. Happy Monday, dear reader.
Blogtober #9: Brevity.
I wrote this poem a few years ago. It has a fairly familiar theme. *wink* Autumn: Brevity I pull open the doors for you, my intermittent love, eager to greet you with the cool kisses of yet another fall. It does not bother me that you arrive once a year bearing your all-consuming brevity. It …
In Plain Sight
“Gin and tonic, please,” he said to the waiter. “My, how tame we’ve become in our old age.” He smiled and turned around. She stood before him, grinning and still looking very much like the 21 year-old girl that had crossed the threshold of the gray building on Fairfax Street so many years ago. But …
it chose me.
It was inevitable that fiction would choose me, that my world would become consumed by it. From the fairy tales my mother brought before me, to the fascinating living stories around me, to the nursery rhymes that incited such vivid images in my mind, to the billowing curtain in my childhood bedroom that, to me, …
This Square Peg. 