Y'all. This week is crazy. This summer is crazy. Straight up Antoine Dodson climbing-in-your-windows cray-cray. What does one do when life gets crazy?
Welcome to Not So (Small) Stories, Edition Thirteen! This week I'm writing about writing for your audience. Or, at least, with your audience of
Though I grew up with a book constantly in hand and wrote my first novel at age eight, on my first high school English paper I got a D. Apparently I
The first fight I remember having with my mom centered around hair. She had spent a painstaking amount of time curling mine. Only I didn't want curls,
"Mommy, what is that?" Sawyer holds out his hand, a small brown nut in his palm. Not the smooth shelled kind packaged neatly in the store, but rough
I watched as the man lowered her, screaming, down to the bottom floors of the rotting mansion. The rickety, rope-hung elevator still showed signs of