CRITIQUING FROM A PLACE OF PRIVILEGE
I don’t like to share a lot of details about myself. I tend to be a very private person, and while I’m sure no one is reading this blog...
THE UNCHANGING OF SEASONS
Fall is officially upon us. The trees have erupted into starbursts of reds and oranges. There’s a crisp in the air. The days scream for...
EVENTUALLY, INEVITABLY: BUILDING A JOURNAL
This probably goes without saying, but I was a bookish child. I loved the written word. Sure, that meant I loved reading, but it also...
REALIZING I DON'T HAVE A FAVORITE AUTHOR
I was sitting in a coffee shop, looking to kill time, when I pulled out In a Narrow Grave by Larry McMurtry. Grave was an impulse...
BOOKS THAT HELPED ME FIND MY WAY THROUGH GRIEF
Reading is Magic. The ability to convey thoughts, ideas, worlds, characters through the medium of black ink on white paper is magic. The...


Even the Pigeons
There are a few immutable truths about myself, keystones of my identity. I need my time alone. The smell of nicotine makes me sick. Birds...


A New Adventure
So this is…not what I expected to be writing. I fully intended for this site to be a place focused on my fiction addiction – books,...