Living with PTSD is an ongoing learning experience. And it’s the little things that set me off, or make my day difficult. Nightmares are the worst. Take for instance this...

Two days ago I was hit right square in the feels. I have been a Ryan Adams fan for so long. His music fills my nights, lulls me into a...

Depression is an ugly thing. It lurks in shadows, hiding behind closed doors and veiled smiles. It lies in bed with you saying there’s no reason to bother getting up...

I had a disability hearing today. That may not sound like much, but for someone whose health has taken a nosedive, it’s everything. It’s the frustration of the system, where...

That one writer chick. That’s what I was known as back in school. The weird one. The one with her head in the clouds. The one who had characters and...

I’d long said I couldn’t wait to see Bohemian Rhapsody, as my love for all things Queen and Freddie Mercury (sans Hot Space) is transcendent. Although I didn’t have the...

And tonight I release all that is holding me back. Full moon blessings, loves...

In less than 4 months, I will officially be a published author. Me… The girl who has dreamed about it since 5th grade. I keep getting asked what my “why”...

I have large blocks of my life that are just GONE. Between the depression, postpartum and otherwise, and PTSD, my brain simply doesn’t want to pull up certain periods in...

I wonder sometimes if every author out there has that moment where they KNOW this is what they should do. Mine was when I read ‘The Outsiders.’ I suppose that...