I enjoy writing. It's one of my favorite things in the world. It lurks at the back of my head, a possible career path, though then my fr...

     “You are not cute” he said, in the Bend, as though I were a vain girl. Or as though I needed to be reminded not to touch. It will not d...

    At the lesser window, she props her chin against the sill. The old wood is prickly against her skin, and she fears splinters. She can fe...

Hey there. It was Valentine's Day, a couple days ago. And as per usual, I started assembling my elaborate satchels at a timely eigh...

This happens . I put away the glue gun. I shut it up in the cupboard and I hope that I haven't disrupted the order of my mother's c...

Sometimes, art is hard. I've been working on this book of poetry/illustrations for the last two snow filled days. I should be doing o...

It's been a long while hasn't it? I'm very tired. It's the end of the semester, nearly, and almost Christmas too. I am not ...