February 22, 2022

The Feral Housewife   My bro-in-law sent me this meme and it struck a chord that probably resonates with many of my readers and friends.   Signs You’re a Feral Housewife   You can eat off your floors. Literally. Like there’s cereal, dried rice, and probably some pet food reduced to dust. In case of…

July 3, 2020

The writing totem stares at me, his expression surly and smirking. His beard has faded from dark brown to auburn, and his hair is washed out, not brown, not green, but not grey either. He’s aged, as if by the ether of my past wishes and faded dreams and stands rebuking my efforts as paltry….

January 21, 2019

@heyjomachin is doing a thing on instagram this week for all of us writers. Today’s prompt was a meetcute where they are BOTH doing something illegal and it CAN’T be homicide, drugs/drinking, OR stealing. Talk about restrictions! Plus, instagram doesn’t allow for a long story… Here’s my try… #meetcuteJanuary #amwriting #romance I rolled past the…

May 11, 2018

Talk to me, Harry Winston  Chelle wants revenge. She plots to ruin her ex’s career and reputation by stealing jewelry during his promotional Harry Winston ad campaign party. You up?   “Do not answer that text.” My bff and roommate, Tasha, pushed the popcorn bowl towards me. I tucked my phone between the cushions of the…

May 29, 2015

You’ve actually been here before, we just made sure you forgot. She couldn’t shake the feeling of déjà vu. Perhaps it was because this was the sixth first-date in three weeks she’d accepted. The man seated across from her in the booth was bland. She pushed her fork around the plate musing that he was…

May 22, 2015

The sun splintered off the interior cathedral windows, a sight Bridget had never seen before since light had never been allowed in the immense building. The ruin of the building still maintained the high arches, but instead of spider webs interconnecting the intricate mouldings they now served as a trellis for kudzu and morning glories. A…