When I Realized… I Liked Other Women

The memory of the first time I realized I like other women stands out vividly against a gray backdrop of my early twenties. Everything else blends together and fades with time, but she remains sharp. Clear. Unforgettable. It was one of those teasing late winter days. The sun kissed me with promises of spring, but…

Lost In Completion

Whenever I talk with my non-writer friends about writing, it's clear they don't fully understand what goes into the creation of a novel. It's the usual complaint of writers: They're supportive, have a bit of interest, but don't get the way writing sucks us in and wraps us in a cocoon of isolation and effort.…

Steps Along a Long Road

Photo via Entity on Pixabay. This was the image prompt that inspired my short story, Rest Stop. I don't remember the exact moment I started taking the idea of publication seriously. Definitely sometime after my son was born, maybe after my daughter was born. Sometime during those long days of cuddling and writing, I decided…