I never remember liking snow. Growing up in Ohio means that I am no stranger to winter weather. But I do remember loving snow days. I lived for the joy of my mother opening my bedroom door and telling me that I could sleep in. Snow days meant no school and impromptu gatherings with friends. ...

Put some flowers in a vase, Push them right up to my face. Say you like the way I smell. If you have a girlfriend, I can’t tell.   But, that’s a good thing. Keep it hidden. I don’t play with other women’s kittens. But, for a little while, I’ll play with you. Let me ...

As an editor, I give a lot of feedback to both experienced and new writers. As a writer myself, I receive criticism on all my work that I submit. I thought it might be helpful to other writers to see the most common advice I give and receive while editing and writing. Not Using a ...

Read Part 1 |Part 2: Rosaline September 2015 Where am I? Hey, wait. I recognize this place. Why am I here? Damn, I am not sure. “Hello, Rosaline, I am sorry to have kept you waiting.” “Oh, it’s no problem.” “Well, I am very impressed with your resume.” “Thank you.” Wow, I am not sure how ...

The world before this was bleak. Nothing mattered and Everyone was in constant motion. Now it’s nothing but sheer panic. It moves on, And we stay in place. I was like this before, Though. There was an odd freedom, About living in solitary. It felt good To keep people At a distance. Before now, It ...

You can read Andrei’s introduction here. And you can read about his first day here. Arrived at office at 8:00 am—desk was in disarray.  Andrei frowned at the heavy wool coat on his desk. He put his leather bag on his chair before lifting the garment and looking for its owner. Aside from the morning ...

It’s okay not to have motivation all the time. It’s okay if there are days you don’t want to do anything. If you wake up in the morning and it takes all your energy to do the basics to get through the day, it’s okay. Life can be difficult, but don’t give up. Don’t give ...

Arrived at the office for 8:15 am—boxes on desk. Andrei eyed the boxes and rose a brow. The other members of his team were on calls. Ryan looked away from his monitor while offering platitudes. “Set up your desk.” He mouthed. Andrei nodded and replied with a thumbs up. He put his bag on his ...

Conversation. An exchange of words. Verbal currency. Whatever you call two people/characters trading witty repartee. Insert it here and start shaking. Most writers I know hate writing dialogue. Some fear it like the monsters underneath their childhood beds. And others are in love with it. There is no middle ground. However, the consensus on what ...

Trigger Warning: The following story has to do with domestic violence. Lance swept me off my feet. His strong stature reminded me of a logger or a mountain man. Little did I know the hidden secrets this man held deep inside. Lance revealed the darkness, not long after we said, “I do,” and I regretted ...