Me and my little girl didn't live rich, but we lived well. We had a solid roof over our head in a navy-blue collar neighborhood filled with good, hard working people barely making ends meet. A nursing assistant and her elderly mother to one side, a bus driver to the other, a construction worker across... Continue Reading →
You couldn't lie to my sister. Not about the big stuff, anyway, the stuff that ate away at you and kept you awake at night. I don't know if I'd call it a gift or anything, but she had an ability. She could see guilt. I don't mean she was good at reading expressions or... Continue Reading →
To Any Writers Just Starting Out
Don’t sell yourself short for “exposure”. Don’t be bullied into letting people use your work when you’d rather say no. Don’t listen when people tell you that you NEED them to succeed. Believe in yourself and your work and keep trying; the rest will come.