short
stories
You’re being ridiculous.
The words play on repeat in my mind. I heard them countless times from half a dozen people back at home: my husband, my mother, my best friend, to name a few.
Dasha, emboldened after years of her coven’s subjugation, ventures into the den of the ancient vampire Lord Viktor Dmitriev. Her goal? To save her younger sister, whose ritual sacrifice has ensured the continued safety of her coven.
Benji the Bard knew he had died. He hadn’t felt the exact moment of his death, like pain or a flash of white light, but he knew it all the same. Watching the inferno coalesce in the depths of the dragon’s throat, close enough to smell its putrid breath…
Aeneas, the great Hero of Troy, must choose between the love that found him and the destiny that chose him.
Yet even among the gods’ favorites, there are no choices without consequences.
Forced into a ridiculous spectacle of a marriage proposal, High Lady Aria finds herself out of her depths when things do not go to plan.
Heartbroken, angry, and most of all, drunk; Eleanor reads the letter of her former lover, the duplicitous faerie who heartlessly manipulated her. At least, that’s the story she believed.
weekly
blog post
According to the Oxford dictionary, author is defined as “a writer of a book, article, or report.” You might notice that there are no signs of words like professional, money-making, or lucrative.
Last week, I was walking into work and listening to music — and as I often do when I’m listening to music, I was dancing a bit as I walked.
As part of my goal-setting, my coach asked me to write a letter to present-day me, from the perspective of one year from now.
Here’s that letter:
Hello, 2026. We’re two days in, and I already feel as though I’ve welcomed you with open arms. But before I entirely say goodbye to 2025, I want to take a moment to acknowledge good ol’ 2025.
Yesterday, I was perusing instagram, and I found a post much like many others I’ve seen before:
“Ten tips to make you a better writer”
Many times in my life, I’ve had what I like to call a cinematic experience. It’s those moments you look back on later and think, “If they ever made a movie about my life, that scene would for sure be in it.”
Imagine, for a moment, your long-term partner turned to you and said, “Hey, so I just got this incredible job opportunity…”
A few weeks ago, I opened my laptop, leg bouncing in anticipation. The feedback from my most recent short story competition had just been posted…
You ever notice how, when you ask people their values, just about everyone says “honesty”?
That night, I lay in bed, grieving the loss of something that mattered to me. I cried the sort of tears that fall slowly, one by one, like the beautiful women do in the movies…
Is wanting a symptom of unhappiness?
I’ve been asking myself this question since I finished my latest binge-read, The Midnight Library…
“I don’t know how to capture why,” one subscriber wrote, “but it still feels like you hold back.”
Last week, inspired by a conversation with a friend, I asked my subscribers their thoughts on the “purpose” of my newsletter. (To my delight, many of you replied!)
Mammoth, California. Sierra Nevada Mountains.
It was our first night out on the trail. We’d had an early start to the day, meaning we reached our campsite with plenty of daylight left.
And so I did what any delightfully curious (and maybe slightly shameless) person would do — I approached them.
This week, my job wasn’t to be a data cruncher or strategist: this week, my job was to be a community facilitator. A builder of connections. The bridge between what we’re doing, and why we’re doing it.
I had a moment this week.
There were several moments, actually, but the one that comes to mind is the moment in which I lay at the bottom of the shower, the pelting water the only thing capable of quieting my racing mind…
A few weeks ago, I was lying in bed, speaking aloud my latest musings on the way my brain works.
Yes, this is something I do frequently…
This past week, I was sitting on a work call with my boss, getting my midyear review. It was, I’m proud to say, nothing short of glowing…
things to
bring home
