Thoughts on Grief

My father died two years ago today. I look back and those first months are hazy. Heavy. I feel them pressing down on me again if I dip my toe into that memory. My family in shock. The trauma deep. My grief absolute. I used to think grief was a tunnel. A period of darkness

Listening for the Muse’s Whisper

I recently finished the novel that has taken me two years to write (two years, two houses, two states, endless revisions). It’s done. Or as done as I can make it right now. I sent it out to a few interested agents and am waiting. Ugh. The waiting. Waiting for the feedback. Waiting for the

The End 2.0

I saw the angel in the marble and carved until I set him free. – Michelangelo Today. For the second time in my life, I reached “The End” on a book I’ve written. This time, however, I didn’t actually type the words. It felt different this time. I know it’s not the end. Not really.

High Heeled Mama Reads: The Same Sky, Amanda Eyre Ward

First off, this book reviewing business is harder than I thought. Reading is my go to. My solace. My boredom buster. My company in the quiet moments (what are those again?). So I read. A lot. And there is so much other life happening that it can be hard to find the time and think