When I sat down to write this post, I didn't know where my thoughts would take me. I had no agenda except to write a tribute, or perhaps...

I've been hard at work on the sequel to What She Lost, but I'm always thinking ahead to future writing projects. From the moment I...

That was the start of our love story.  Our first meeting was when the spark ignited. Ultimately our love that blossomed into something true

Perhaps because, as we are all trying to adjust to a new "normal," a new way of life, appreciation for life itself is so much greater.

We fell in love. And then I had to run.

I don’t know when I started to lose myself. It was slow at first, almost imperceptible.

Every corner of my grandmother's home holds memories. Her halls still echo with our shouts of "olly olly oxen free!"

"You have a lot going on," my doctor said, pulling up a seat so she was facing me. I knew from her expression the news wasn't good.

The one thing I didn't expect was for my own body to become a roadblock to the joy I was looking forward to experiencing.

Growing up, I believed there was no country better than ours, and every country wanted to be like us.