It wasn’t a surprise when Kaylyn started handing out invitations to her Halloween party before homeroom. What was a surprise was that I received one. I stared at the orange envelope she was holding out toward me and then up at her. “For me?” I asked uncertainly. Kaylyn and I had never been friends. Acquaintances,... Continue Reading →
When my daughter was young, she liked to make up silly rules for our household. On Wednesday evenings, we all wore a sock on our right foot, but nothing on our left; if someone sneezed, the only polite response was “Godzilla nights”; if you dropped something you were carrying, you had to leave it on... Continue Reading →
And it features yours truly as Bridgette Milsen! Calling Darkness is an upcoming horror comedy podcast about the misadventures of six women who come together for an acting seminar, only to inadvertently summon a demon. Written by myself and fellow NoSleep Podcast alumna, Gemma Amor, it launches February 2019!
Nursing is hard work for too little pay. You never feel it more keenly than when you’re getting off a double shift in the middle of the night. All the smells cling to the inside of your nose, you’re convinced you didn’t scrub your hands well enough to really wash off that last hour, and... Continue Reading →
“Be a good one.” It was what my grandfather said to me when I told him I wanted to be a cop. I promised him I would. I’d been nervous, standing in front of him and the rest of my family and saying it out loud. They were all college educated and white collared. I... Continue Reading →
Want to experience my work in a new way? Good news then! The audiobook of From Twisted Roots is now available! In addition to that, the ebook is $.99 until the 7th, so if you haven’t grabbed a copy yet, GO GO GO! https://www.amazon.com/Twisted-Roots-Thriller-Mystery-Stories-ebook/dp/B07CVNPYHV
Jack O’Lanterns were never part of my Halloween. Gran didn’t allow them. She didn’t approve much of any modern All Hallow’s Eve traditions, but especially not the carved pumpkins. “A Devil’s gift to a damned soul,” she’d say. Her Irish lilt was always thicker when she was was reproachful. “As long as I’m under this... Continue Reading →