In Celebration of Friday the 13th: A Visit From the Reaper …

Greetings all! We all love a good Friday the 13th, but when is it better than when it happens to fall in the hallowed month of October?!? To celebrate, I'm giving you all a peek at the title story of my soon-to-be-released anthology, "Reaper" from Stitched Smile Publications. Enjoy! “Full house.” “Dammit, Thana! Fuck you.” … Continue reading In Celebration of Friday the 13th: A Visit From the Reaper …

Why I Spend My Sundays Watching Football

My writing is very personal. Even though it's fiction, it's born from the dark recesses of my mind and personal experiences. It comes from a place that the people around me can't get to. Don't get me wrong; I have an amazing support system, and therefore am better able to handle my depression than a … Continue reading Why I Spend My Sundays Watching Football


He’s after me. The errant thought makes no sense. He can't be after me. He doesn't know me. Still, I run. My sneakers skid on the ancient tile, the squeal a harsh grate against the whining ping of ricocheting bullets. Slicked with cold sweat, my hand slips off the door knob. I fumble, manage to … Continue reading Spree

Teaser Tuesday: Baby Grand

That's right! A new story is coming your way, and here's a taste, just a little tease, to whet your appetite. Six years ago, Rhianne made a careless mistake with devastating consequences. Stalked by guilt and an ever-present anger she can't evade, she takes each day as it comes, while maintaining a civil, but distant, … Continue reading Teaser Tuesday: Baby Grand

Dracula: Evil Monster or Tragic Hero?

We're talking Dracula over at Stitched Smile Publications today, and I thought I'd invite you all to the party. My lovely boss, Lisa, posed this question: "'Dracula and the Gothic Novel' brings up the idea of the Byronic Hero, a literary character type made famous in the poetry of Lord Byron 100 years prior. This … Continue reading Dracula: Evil Monster or Tragic Hero?


A stray thought knocks, then nags, playing freeze tag among synapses. Begging please. No. Not this. Not now. But as the walls close in, breath grows thin and becomes a limited commodity. Lungs lock and capsize, the key trapped inside, swallowed by an irrational fear that can’t be denied. Heart races, then trips, unable to … Continue reading Trapped