What I learned from falling leaves.
Yesterday, I had a glorious day. Drove two hours out of the city and found myself in rolling hills full of changing leaves. The drive
March 20, 2021
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There was nothing easy about the way he played, nothing in her memory as destructive as the fire. She wished for him to stop because it was not a serenade he was playing, but a plea. He was begging to be saved, and she was powerless, as she was that day against the fire. She could only listen to him smolder.
Short stories are the place to play with characters and scenarios. I love both reading and writing these intricate snippets of time.
I believe a well-crafted novel can both inspire and entertain. My goal is to touch the heart and the mind of my readers.
For me this culminates in my blog. Thoughtful wonderings of the day that lead to a more intimate look into our world.
I was born in Toledo, Ohio, but spent my formative years in Florida. I graduated with a BA in English Literature from the University of Florida and have since been a lifelong Gator fan. Upon graduation I headed north to New York City for an adventure and to fulfill my dream of living and creating in NYC. I then penned several short stories one, of which, was the basis for the short film, “Tortured.”
The song took her back beyond the time of plague. She could almost feel the warm sun on her face as she crested the hill on her bike. The lush colors surrounding her, the humidity, and then the pay off as she plunged down on her momentum through the rainforest towards the sea. The wheels flying beneath her, so fast it felt like she would either crash or soar. A touch of fear wrapped in sheer freedom. Her stomach fluttered as the memory washed over her. When it was ok to travel, to ride without a mask, ok to ride at all, when there wasn’t a sickness waiting to invade her body, longing to crush her lungs.
Yesterday, I had a glorious day. Drove two hours out of the city and found myself in rolling hills full of changing leaves. The drive
When I think of 40th birthdays I can’t help but remember my father’s. It included a surprise parade through our then neighborhood, Suntree. Complete with
Here’s a little list of things that just popped into my head. Of course, I’m grateful for my husband and child, but these are other