Things you will need while reading this: Deep breathes. Tissues. A strong stomach. Summary from the inside jacket: A father and his son walk alone through burned America. Nothing moves in the ravaged landscape save the ash on the wind. It is cold enough to crack stones, and when the snow falls it is gray....Continue Reading
Last night I got overwhelmed by this feeling that tends to plague me. I was on twitter, conversing with a bunch of my writer friends, and suddenly, at that very same moment, I felt insanely alone. And I started wondering why it is, that as a writer, I can feel so supported by fellow writers...Continue Reading
I turned 26 this past week. It’s crazy to think that just ten years ago I was 16. A lot has changed since I was in high school and yet in many ways, I feel the same. Young, clueless, searching for meaning and purpose in life. Some days I feel no different than I did...Continue Reading
I truthfully don’t mind revising. And now you’re probably thinking one of two things. Either A, that is a total lie. Or B, something is wrong with this girl and she’s not quite sane. But I really am being honest, so if truth exists in either theory, it lives in B and B alone. I...Continue Reading
