Life
My Life Is Not A Fantasy Novel
I’ve been writing for a very long time. Much longer, in fact, than my sister Georgia. While I’m glad that I didn’t manage to get much of an audience before now as I truly wasn’t ready for it, I also get pissed that my sister has a huge platform.
By MaryClare StFrancis2 years ago in Writers
A Home, Not A House
Click, crack, creak. The most beautiful sounds we’ve heard in a long time. As we stepped in our excitement echoed. Thump, clack, thump, clack, the contrasting sound of my heels and his work boots filled the breezeway . . . mudroom . . . entertainment room? No, definitely mudroom. I’ve never seen a house with so many doors, each one opening a new opportunity for us, a new place to call ours, a new version of ourselves.
By Kelsey Winds2 years ago in Writers
LOVE IS THE DRUG I'M USING.
I write so that I can feel what you have gone through and we can share our stories and pain. I have the desire to meet everyone who reads my words and talk about dreams and destinations we want to go to. I want to talk about the books with you. I want to discuss our favorite books and lines that changed our lives. I want to listen to the songs that bring us peace and create a ripple in our hearts. I want to go to a cafe with you and read a book for you.
By Catherine Nyomenda2 years ago in Writers






