Little Love Stories Podcast
The Weekend It All Began
This was the weekend my faith grew stronger. This was the weekend I decided to become a writer. This was the weekend it all began.
A Writer with a Master Plan + Sweetwood and B&N
I wrote this post in July of 2018—a lifetime ago. And yet, I wanted to share this one because I still find the waters of business to be tricky to navigate. Maybe you can relate. 💙 There is no real method to my madness when it comes to sharing my writing and certainly no master plan. I go on feel. I run on emotion....
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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)...
Sweetwood Excerpt
Excerpt from The Sweetwood Series, Book 2 Back at the hotel, Jacob headed straight for the shower knowing it was the only way to ensure his mother would leave him alone. Minutes later though, she...
A Miraculous Back and Forth
I had been thinking a lot lately about clearing my head: A spring cleaning of the mind, so to speak. My practice has always been a wholehearted focus on looking at every little thought that seemed to disturb my peace.
Women & December
I told her I felt better. A week-long, nasty cold had finally abated. "Thank goodness," she replied. "With all the work we (as women, as mothers) have in December, it's a very good thing." Yes,...
Seeing the Man
Bending to kiss him goodnight, I whispered: "I love you exactly as you are." His ten-year-old face relaxed at that. My son—at once gentle, kind, destructive and dreamy-eyed-—held a real depth of...
Christmas While Divorced
I don’t have a podcast episode this week—too much going on!—but I didn’t want to miss my weekly target. So, here is a short story I wrote in 2018. Yes, I’m divorced. And yes, I have friends and...
You Just Want Attention
I know how this goes, and yet I fall for it every time. I fall for the drama, the who's right and who's wrong of it all. It's so easy to get caught up in the noise and distraction. You just want...