by Danielle | Nov 17, 2022 | Blog Post, Podcast Episode |
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 text: I did it. I went out, met strangers, and I survived! He...
by Danielle | Nov 8, 2022 | Blog Post, Podcast Episode |
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 swallow them, but it doesn’t work. The tension slides down...
by Danielle | Nov 1, 2022 | Blog Post, Podcast Episode |
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 compassion. This, for me, is part of the process...
by Danielle | Oct 18, 2022 | Blog Post, Podcast Episode |
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 slight body hunched. Dad seems only to want to be forgotten, but I...
by Danielle | Oct 12, 2022 | Blog Post, Podcast Episode |
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by Danielle | Sep 21, 2022 | Blog Post, Podcast Episode |
* 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 colour of bone and peppered with black and white photographs of people...
by Danielle Scruton | Aug 30, 2022 | Blog Post, Podcast Episode |
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 fear it, and yet I insist on a slow, steady dance. I...
by Danielle Scruton | Apr 2, 2021 | Blog Post |
From my WIP… The older woman observed her closely. “Tell me what happened, child. Tell me what happened to have you marry a man you clearly do no love, nor like.” Elizabeth shifted uncomfortably in the old, wooden chair. It had seemed like a waste of breath to...
by Danielle Scruton | Oct 31, 2019 | Blog Post |
It was the early days of falling into something they both at once craved and feared. Everyone has heartbreak—divorce though, that’s its own kind of hurt. They lounged quietly, contentedly on his worn grey couch. Her head was in his lap as they watched another...
