Silhouette

It was recently brought to my attention, though I already knew, that the heart of everything I write lives in the examination of relatio...

“You’re too pretty to be sad,” mom said. I was five and my teacher had made fun of me because I’d asked for help zipping up my coat. Teach...

The whore was five. Her mom stayed in bed and cried while her daddy lived in a different house with a different momma in his bed every ...

I’m finding that it is harder and harder to wake up. Even harder to get ready for work.   Hardest yet to put a smile on my face and pre...

This is the letter I wrote my lovely teacher who is currently helping me edit my book. My mental state is questionable at this point-- this ...

Image is something I never thought I would struggle with.  Young, thin, active, it was the last thing on my mind… or was it? Now ...