Excuses are the plague of my existence. Especially as a writer. I will always tell myself: “No one will probably read my work anyway ...

My husband is gone, Sealed himself up, cocooning Any love, affection Like I’ll live in a desert Then never ask for the rain.

The beaten path is not for me The trail laid out by those before To walk along and see the marks Of the more ...

The writing bug has not only bit me, but it’s practically swallowed me whole! Lately, I’ve been typing away all day long—sometimes until 8:00 ...

What wretchedness ‘Tis to be born the wrong sex ‘Specially, so if one’s royalty and that’s what befell Queen Mary of Scotland just a ...

Unbelievably, in this day and age, there is a small pocket of people who still believe that the Earth is flat. When my son ...

I rush home from school. This may be the night. This is our chance to be a normal family. All the insanity waits beyond ...

My heartbeat quickens.  The need to do anything.  A sickening feeling within my heart.   I feel I must move.  My fingers, my legs, ...

I base my little tale on the actual life events of my grandfather, Wilburn Elliott. The Elliott characters in the story are all real, ...

Knowledge and ideas abound within the pages can be found the smell of ink conjuring images in a blink journey to distant lands all ...