CW: Suicidal ideation, depression I promised myself I would do the final edit to my book as soon as the kids were back in school. I swore I could knock it out in a couple of weeks, then it would be DONE. How foolish I was. After a year of cranking out consistent work, which … Continue reading The Lies We Tell Ourselves
December has kicked off with a bang! I'm thrilled to announce that three of my short stories will be featured in three different publications this month. The first, "The Wolf's Bane," is in an anthology from Kyanite Press. It's a dark reimagining of Little Red Riding hood, with werewolves and whiskey. You can find the … Continue reading That Time I Got Published Three Times in One Month…
It comes back too easily. A year of sobriety, but I never really lost my sea legs. One drink to set sail. Laughing, his fingers graze my arm. Testing the waters. Whiskey flows, flooding my mind. The room swims around me. Kaleidoscope of colors, thumping rhythm, grinding sweaty bodies. I’m riding the swells that threaten … Continue reading Sea Legs (A Flash Fiction)
I lie in the hospital bed, electrodes taped all over my chest. Wires protrude under my gown, connected to a heart monitor that lets out an occasional alarm. My right arm stings from a fresh IV while my left arm is squeezed by a blood pressure cuff til my fingers go numb. My chest hurts, … Continue reading How to Heal a Broken Heart
They say the road to hell is paved with good intentions. I can say first hand, yes it is. My descent into the underworld began with a story. It seemed simple enough, until it became muddled with cross-cultural ideas. I plunged ahead anyway, eager to at least complete the manuscript, to prove to myself that … Continue reading Humble Pie
My kids have a book by the unparalleled Mo Willems called "Waiting Is Not Easy." It tells the story of how Gerald the Elephant must wait for his best friend Piggie's surprise. And let me tell you, waiting is NOT easy. It's a simple enough premise: empathize that waiting is hard, but often times the … Continue reading Waiting…
We all like to think we're the heroes in our own little stories. We experience our lives through the narrow focus of our very own lenses, while our narrator, be it Morgan Freeman or Samuel L. Jackson (in my case), describes our every day occurrences with far more color and vibrancy then perhaps they deserve.
JUMPER by Trisha Lea Understanding washed over him as he teetered on the narrow ledge thirteen stories above the sidewalk. Viewing the world from this height often had a contemplative effect on a soul. The wind rustled his hair and tugged at his clothes, urging him to step off and see what happens. He resisted … Continue reading Jumper
I want to write stories. I want my stories to reach people. In order to do that, I have to find a way to connect said stories to potential readers.