If there’s one thing I’ve mastered over the years...it’s staying home. And with the world under quarantine, the skills I’ve learned that...

I thought of this little phrase the other day when I caught myself reaching for my phone out of habit. I've been doing that a lot lately....

I devote this image to all the distracted readers of the world. This inner dialogue has been repeated too many times for me not to make a...

As we drift into a new decade, our eyes scan over the landscape we leave behind. In a quick glance we see the glorious mountains of our hard

Each of our literary journeys began with one book that made us dedicated readers (and for some of us, writers); a book that left us

A few weeks ago, when I was going through some old journal entries of mine, I came across two letters I had lovingly written to the baby of

Happy Autumn Equinox! Happy Fall, Happy Mabon No matter what you call it, most everyone's favorite time of year is when the leaves begin...

Hello, and welcome to my first-ever post about my completed, debut novel: SISTER TO THE THRONE.

I look at my face and see that gravity has already wrought change upon me. My smile, my cheeks, my eyes—they’re not what they...

Some of my most vivid dreams are of roads, winding through towns unknown and terrain mysterious. Over and over again I get lost driving them

All the most beautiful sights are composed of a million lovely flaws

Happy Summer Solstice!!! This has been one of my favorite days since I was a wee lass. I love it SO much, in fact, that I'd spent a week...

I am like water, so easily affected. Give me a fragrance and I will ripple with it, remembering all the times I've smelled it before: Ralph

One of the many beautiful lessons I learned while living in the forest was the value of light. True light. And true darkness. We so...

I am as much of this land as a statue long enfolded in moss and vines. It will be difficult to tear me away, to cut me loose.

Today, I bought the damn radishes. After weeks of Ophelia reaching out of the cart toward the bright magenta-red clusters of the produce...

Today, for a shock of an instant, I was here.

If souls are real, hers is antiquated and weary. She always looks a little sad but why wouldn’t you be a little sad when you’re the only one

Everything up to this point in our lives has led us here, to this moment. And this moment—wherever you are, whatever you're doing—is only...

Most beginnings start at the end of something else. Here is where our new story begins... Before our daughter was born, my husband and I...