It’s been a while since I’ve posted, and I’m trying not to feel bad about it. What was going to be 1-month hiatus turned into 3 as I...

So, did I finish a novel during NaNoWriMo? I did! Well, sort of – I wrote a novella. It’s a Christmas story set in the southeast and it...

NaNoWriMo - what's that? Well, it's short for National Novel Writing Month. There's an online program to go along with it and everything....

I am ten months into what I thought would be a big year for me. I launched a website; I had a manuscript ready to edit and put out into...

I recently had my colors analyzed for my birthday, and the result was surprising. I was all but sure I was warm in color, like I like to...

I hope you enjoyed Text Me, Maybe. It was a blast writing it, and a blast posting it for you week after week. I have left it up for those...

When David saw he would end up with the stout, curly-haired cashier again, he stopped and motioned for the woman behind him to go ahead....

Eliza soaked up the spring sunshine as she crossed the street, packing herself into the crosswalk with the crowd. It should have smelled...

Finally, David was in the right line. He grinned as he stepped up to the cash register, the barista behind it beaming back at him with an...

Eliza turned into the corner store next to her apartment building. It was a blustery Friday afternoon, and the wind hurled at the shop...

David’s second date with Callie was everything he thought it would be. They talked for two hours over enormous servings of Picanha,...

Tanya took the news better than expected. Eliza declined the full-time position and buckled down on her photography business, setting...

David never wound up in the cute blonde barista’s line when she was working the register. He hoped to, but he was always thwarted when...

Tanya called Eliza into the back office at the beginning of her shift. Eliza followed her boss through the kitchen into the back, where a...

David stared at the wall opposite his cubicle. He had worked hard since the beginning of the year: a last hoorah, a Hail Mary. He hoped...

Eliza watched the young man take a seat across the coffee shop. He walked in at 7:15 every other weekday morning and left at exactly...

David watched from the bench as people walked by, talking to each other and pulling their dogs along on leashes. He had been there three...

The smell of dirt filled the air as Eliza bent over the raised garden bed and picked a few more kale leaves. She laid them carefully with...

I don’t know. Try me. David stared at the reply, wondering if they were serious. It could be disastrous; he was talking to a stranger....

Eliza looked at the clock. It was seven thirty-five, five minutes after her shift ended. She punched out and grabbed her bag from the box...