After a couple of years, someone has attempted to poke their head back into our lives. Someone that, frankly, if we never  saw or heard from again, it still wouldn’t be long enough. The short version? He took a lot  of money from us. He pretended to be our friend—when in reality, that "friendship" was nothing more than a means to an end. Transactional at best. Parasite-level at worst. This is a man who proudly claimed he 'thrives in chaos.' That should have been the red flag

Ever have a dream that seemed so real that when you woke, you questioned where you were or who you were? Many of the stories I write are born from these experiences. I must admit, those are my favorite kind of dreams. That is assuming, this isn't the dream. Or perhaps...a nightmare? Hmm. It does make one ponder...

When it comes to verbal communication I often struggle to find the right words in conversations. Oddly, I am not fond of the sound of my own voice. I do not know if this is something others experience as well. Yet, the voice in my head when I am writing is inspiring, empowering, and confident. A different part of my brain is triggered and a sea of words, phrases, ideas, stories, and hilarious jokes come flowing to the surface.

The worlds I create, the characters in which I breathe life, are very real in my mind. There is nothing crazy about the imagination. It is a playground. A place for us to safely create a better understanding of ourselves and to aid us in understanding the world upon which we rest our feet. That being said, music is a huge contributor to my works. As a song plays, I imagine a scene playing out in my mind. From there it grows into a story as I progress. Characters emerge. Scene