Moments Accumulated

Official Disclaimer: Sooooooooo the YeahWrite prompt this week involved the option to write a sestina. I had never heard of such a thing, so I figured, why not? How hard could it be? Hard. Apparently it could be pretty frikkin' hard.😂 Moments Accumulated Tempers became Elevated Budding conflict Escalated He became Intoxicated. Gender roles Perpetuated.... Continue Reading →


“I’m supposed to be in solitary!” “But I’m your girl. I’d never abandon you, baby.” He recoils; her proximity stifling, her dress still imbrued with the evidence of his crime. “But you’re...” “I forgive you for that, and I love you. We’ll live out this life sentence together.” “Guard!” This post was written for the... Continue Reading →

Two Turntables and a Foster Home

February Microprose for YeahWrite: we want you to retell an old story – a fairy tale – in a new way. To be specific: retell your favorite fairy tale in exactly 49 words. Spinderella’s foster parents treated her as an indentured servant instead of a teenager. She found solace in music. Her foster brother taught... Continue Reading →

It’s Publication Week!

What. A. Week. Here we are on the first day of February and I can't believe how much I've already accomplished. I had two articles picked up by Sammiches and Psych Meds this week! The first you may have already read. It's called If You Eat A Tide Pod, I Will Kick Your Ass: A... Continue Reading →

Empty Arms

Bandaged breasts swell as she passes the nursery; her wheelchair rolling at a steady pace. Clutching an unpacked diaper bag, she winces. These nine months will soon be nothing more than a haunting memory of what might have been. // (adsbygoogle = window.adsbygoogle || []).push({ google_ad_client: "ca-pub-7789843252619037", enable_page_level_ads: true });


// (adsbygoogle = window.adsbygoogle || []).push({ google_ad_client: "ca-pub-7789843252619037", enable_page_level_ads: true });      She wiped the sweat from her brow with the collar of her own shirt.  The heat lamps singed the ends of the hair barely left growing on her arms, but she was used to the discomfort.  The timers were buzzing next to... Continue Reading →

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