Little Love Stories
Breaking the Cycle
I have been tangled up with you for years in a very arms-length, don't-get-too-close-to-me kind of way. Never have I felt worthy. Never have I felt safe. And this has been my own doing. It has been through my own unwillingness to open up, to be myself that I sit here now with this ball of hurt in my heart. You caught...
Let Good Enough Be Good Enough – Interview with Medium Lady, Erin
Listen, I'm so out of practice with interviews and such, but this was fun. And Erin was generous. Her platform is incredibly relevant, and her intentions are kind. We had a wonderful conversation about goals, artistic expression, and the demands of life as a single mother. Enjoy LISTEN TO THE EPISODE HERE More from...
Walks, Wounds and Learning from Each Other
When Dean and Frieda met, they had an instant connection. Not only did they have chemistry, but they had similar childhoods. And the stories of how their marriages had ended were alike as well. For...
The Way He Says Her Name
It's cold, but the wind has died down, so I decide to walk. I stick to the salty sidewalks and avoid ice patches. I want to reach out to my brother, Wes, so I take my phone out and send him a quick...
The Pub
The city bus in downtown Niagara Falls is quiet. Tourists take the casino buses. It's just me, some teenagers and an elderly woman with her shopping basket on wheels. My nerves are in my throat; I...
Telling Stories
There's a meme out there that says something along the lines of: "I'm always writing a story in my head." This is my experience. I play out the life around me in my head to understand, to foster...
Father and Daughter
My dad, Gregory Finch, looks older than his forty-eight years. His hair has been a dark grey since I was eight, and he could give two shits about his clothes. His complexion is pale, his...
The Power of Writing – Talk Spirit to Me
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On Weddings, the Thin-Obsessed and Not Hating Who I Am
I think I grew up assuming I'd starve myself before my wedding. Eating disorders are insidious like that. I have eleven years of abstinence from bulimia, but that doesn't mean the thoughts aren't...
After the Panic
"Robena!" I hear the voice, but I keep going. I trudge up Clifton Hill, searching for a full breath and some sanity. "Robena! Stop!" And then I'm drenched. Apparently, someone has seen fit to douse...
Robena Meets Serge
* Be sure to listen to the audio version as there is a cool story behind this novel. ~ D The art gallery where I work is a small store on a tiny street in downtown Niagara Falls. The walls are the...
Save Your Story, Share a Smile
The other day, I was helping to moderate a talk about writing and publishing. During the Q and A portion, there was an aspiring author who had just completed the first draft of her book, and she was...
The Slow Dance of Forgiveness
Share Little Love Stories Heaven within me, but sometimes it's too much. It's a shade too light, a touch too warm. I want it as much as I fear it. But maybe that's not true. I want it more than I...
The Ones Who Will Never Say ‘Sorry’
From my WIP... All the booths at the pub were full, but that suited Manfred just fine. He preferred to sit at the bar, staring up at the screen with a game he didn’t care about. It was a meditation...