You hear about it often, but what really is Sunday Funday? Is it that day you drink your face off because you can? Or is it that day you laze...

Speaking to myself, as well as others here, so there’s no offense intended. Besides, if anyone’s offended, it should be me. Self, exactly what do you mean when you say...

Or so I keep saying. It’s difficult being handed a life sentence of pain and mental illness. There, I said it. I’ve been on such a manic high (thank you...

Sometimes when I am wide awake at 2 in the morning (it’s 4 now), my mind begins to wander, to question the what-ifs, to remember a time before pain and...

I’m in the beginning of surge week with my mentorship group, heading into the home stretch to have my first draft done, and what do I do?? I follow my...

Just taking a moment to send my love to my boys Zach, Marc, and Jake, and Zach’s girlfriend, Erica. This is my family, and I love them all SO much....

I can’t keep going down this spiral, one that I will explain more later. It’s affecting my writing, it’s affecting my life. No more. Now, I choose me. Look out,...

So much life had been happening. I know it doesn’t make sense, but to me… yeah. It does. Between the disability and losing both of my parents, I felt like...

Tonight I attended a writing class held by the amazing Katrina Kittle— seriously, check out her work, and if you’re in the Dayton, OH area, check out her classes. Back...

Too late, Mom. Sorry about that ???? I miss you, so much that it hurts. You should have been with me yesterday, out in Columbus having a grand time. You...