Little Love Stories Podcast
The Space Between + A Sweetwood Review
They sat in the garden facing one another, unable to look up. He wore sunglasses in any case. When she tried to see his eyes, she could not. Perhaps it was better that way. The space between them was heavy—laden with fear—though they carried it differently. She wanting to run. He wanting to hold her close and never...
Trying to Outrun the Truth
The post below was written four years ago during a fairly intense time in my life. I was facing a lot of truth about myself and the unhealthy patterns and coping mechanisms I'd been living out for years. I was trying to outrun the truth. I had been running... avoiding... compartmentalizing... dissociating......
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Why Writing a Memoir is Good for Your Soul and Your Audience
Memoirs, life stories, and autobiographies are all alike in that they offer us glimpses into the experiences of people who have journeyed on this earth before us. They are intimate and...
Revising a Novel – The Basics
Revising your novel is an essential part of the writing process. It's also one of the most important steps because it helps you make sure that your story flows logically and makes sense to readers....
Scenes from a Bridal Salon
"Are we covering up the tattoos?" called the young woman from the dressing room. Her friend, the bride-to-be, scoffed in reply. "We would never cover up Mama Jade and Raven Sky." She turned to me....
Lost Without Her
From my WIP... Lily had always been the one to direct their days. That was, perhaps, the biggest adjustment that he had to make when she passed. How to fill the time that she had so capably...
Even Though I Hate Being Chased
Yesterday, I played laser tag with my family. It was something my boyfriend and I planned because the kids tend to get cabin fever on Sundays. I wasn't particularly looking forward to it. Being...
Congrats.
At precisely 7:55, I begin to close up the gallery. For the past eight hours, I have had one customer (an elderly woman asking to use our washroom) and one phone call (wrong number). This has got to...
To the Girl
So here I am this morning in my sweats, complete with greasy hair, taking a mirror selfie because I don't give a shit right now. And, as it turns out, I think not giving a shit is the most helpful...
Clarity is a Love Language
*excerpt from my novel-in-progress, The Lonely People "I don't have the energy for her," said Sarah with a flip of her thick brown hair as she and Manfred walked a local, heavily-wooded trail on a...
How Life Feels
It's five minutes before I have to wake the kids, and I don't want to move too quickly because the dog will wake up, and I want those five minutes desperately. I even tell my bladder to get lost so...
The Ex and the Re-Hash
Jenna's raven-black hair bobbed up and down on my screen as she attempted to adjust the angle of her camera. Video calling was the way of the world these days. She was a two-hour drive away and was...
Follow
She moved through the trees with ease as if it was where she came from—as if she had been rooted and born here. Her long black hair draped gracefully over her dark green cape, and her worn brown...
Baby Girl
I gathered her hair in my hands and attempted the braid she requested. My daughter, now nine years old, was keenly aware of her appearance and valued it. She was particular about colours (bright)...