Lilliann, The Inventor

“Now, Lillian,” Daddy said, squinting through the rain on the car windshield, “I want you to remember that moving was not an easy task.  I had to find a new job, to start with.  I’m going to have a hard time getting new jobs if I get into the habit of quitting after just aContinue reading “Lilliann, The Inventor”

Talking to People About My Writing

So, first of all, I have to tell you that I have the worst luck when it comes to computers. I swear, I can’t get through a draft without something bad happening to mine. This time, it was my adorable, lovable puppy. He chewed through my power cord, thankfully when it wasn’t plugged in. IContinue reading “Talking to People About My Writing”

Some more really bad poetry by me

Oliver The wiggle, waddle The excitement of your life! You cannot stand still Sluggish morning Pouring myself in Fitting into the crevices Of the morning flow Chai Rain on he window Steam rising from my tea cup the scent of warm leaves mingled with sweet, strong spices warm hands, even in the cold Color onContinue reading “Some more really bad poetry by me”


Gracie wasn’t anything like the kids I usually deal with. Most kids that get dropped in my lap are seeking foster homes for terrible reasons. Abusive parents, drug addict parents, dead parents. The kids come in shell shocked and broken. Some are screaming obscenities and ready for a fight over anything. Some can’t string twoContinue reading “Gracie”