Storytelling. Fiction is my heartbeat, but I write in multiple genres.
I Fear I Am the Butt of All Jokes
I was atop Camelback Mountain in Phoenix, AZ when my butt made its bare appearance. The merciless desert sun blazed down on me, and I couldn’t move anymore. When I reached Camelback’s peak, my body melted. I collapsed into a nook in an enormous red-clay boulder.
Choking on the Undertow
The gentle crash of waves hit the ship, and Cecily Stoles stirs to semi-consciousness. The night wind, cool against her skin, washes her in an unexpected calm. Cecily stretches her arms and feels the warmth of Shane’s strong body against her own. She smiles but refuses to unglue her eyes. She wants to freeze this moment—her first waking moment as Mrs. Shane Stoles.
A Dark and Nightmarish Halloween Playlist: 13 Songs of Terror
I love a good, controlled scare. Fear in the protective comfort of my own home energizes me. I can ignore reality’s fears and laugh:
An Irish Pup Called Guinness Saved My Work Life
I had to reprimand my emPAWyee at the end of his first day on the job. He’d broken all of the office rules: no making out with the owner, no pooping on the floor, and no licking of one’s own butt. But I saw something special in Guinness—and he encouraged me on rungs no other employee’s ladder even reached.
The Last Days of August
I couldn’t bring myself to climb out of the car. I pulled up to the long, winding black driveway what seems like hours ago, but I couldn’t walk the half-mile to the front door. I sat and tried to steel myself. I tried to breathe. My palms drenched my steering wheel. I took a deep breath and attempted to dislodge the large lump settling in my throat.
Jake woke up before the world. He’d set his alarm for six, so he could sneak out and practice before Mom arose. He glanced at his drugstore alarm clock. The faint green glow-in-the-dark numbers said 4:30.
The Sudden Reappearance of Finn
Emily Harris screamed and punched the air. She was in the dream again. It was always the same—a replay of the day that everything changed. The day she lost her boy, her sweet, funny four-year-old, Finn. In the dream, she manages to grab hold of Finn's shirt and save him. In the dream, she and Nick hug their frightened tears away and celebrate. In the dream.
How Gothic S'mores Won My Heart
All of my favorite memories of muggy, purple summer nights involve s’mores. As a kid, they were a way to share laughter with my family after a long day at the beach. In my teens and twenties, camping trips and bonfires resulting in s’mores bonding with friends left me feeling refreshed and warmed.