Discussions, Other

Why I’m quitting Goodreads

I've been using Goodreads for years now, keeping track of the books I've read and the ever-growing list of books I want to read. And for the last few years, I've been setting reading goals for myself. It's never much; I usually stick to somewhere around 20 and 30 books per year for my goal.… Continue reading Why I’m quitting Goodreads


10 ways not to write

Everyone posts about the best ways to write, the "right" ways to write, the most effective ways to write... but what about the ways not to write? I come to you as an expert in not writing with my list of 10 ways not to write. 1. Don't write with your boyfriend sitting next to… Continue reading 10 ways not to write


She lives!

Yes, that's right! I've finally returned from the land where bloggers go to die: life business. Well, not so much "returned" as "escaped briefly," but I'm still excited to be back! Even if it is in short bursts. So, what's been new?! Well. I've been working 3 jobs, trying (and usually failing) to force myself… Continue reading She lives!


I’ve got a literary itch… for witches!

Hi, friends and bookworms! Popping in for a bit cause I desperately need your help. I got into a super witchy mood this Halloween and just can't manage to get myself out of it. I'm dying for some good books about witches. Fiction or non-fiction, I don't even care! I just need some witchy books… Continue reading I’ve got a literary itch… for witches!


Meiko’s Medical Fund

This is a little out of the ordinary, but I need help from you guys. My little baby Meiko -- who I've introduced in a previous post -- needs your help. She has juvenile stomatitis, an incurable feline virus that results in painful inflammation in the oral cavity and, if left untreated, can move down the… Continue reading Meiko’s Medical Fund

Other, Weekly Wrap-Up

I’m Still Alive, I Promise!

Ahhhhh, I've been slacking so much with my blog, I'm so sorry, guys! I've had next to no spare time these last few weeks, but I haven't forgotten about the blogging world! I don't have any new book reviews to put up yet (re: no spare time), but I thought I'd pop in for a… Continue reading I’m Still Alive, I Promise!


Happy Birthday, Shakespeare! 🎉

Yooooo, it's my boy's birthday!!! For those who don't know, I absolutely adore Shakespeare, and he's actually one of the reasons that I ended up dual-majoring in college. I originally was only majoring in Psychology, but I took a Shakespeare class because I needed something to fill a slot, and that class was available, and… Continue reading Happy Birthday, Shakespeare! 🎉


100 Followers/Get to Know Me!

Aaaahhhhh, I've reached 100 followers!!! Thank you so much to everyone who's followed me -- I love you all so, so much, and you're all wonderful bloggers! I honestly never thought I'd make it to 100 followers when I first started this blog. I started it as a way to post book reviews outside of… Continue reading 100 Followers/Get to Know Me!


Short Story Collaboration — “A Dead Man Walking”

A few weeks ago, Em @ Earthly Brain and Denny @ The Ceaseless Writer Reads invited 8 interested bloggers to join in on a little writing collaboration adventure. I've been looking for more reasons to write, so I quickly added my name into the pile, and soon enough, the journey began! Each blogger was tasked with… Continue reading Short Story Collaboration — “A Dead Man Walking”

Other, Uncategorized

My Short Story Has Been Published!

My second published short story, “Berries and Cough Drops,” is now live! 😀 Thanks so much to Brilliant Flash Fiction Mag for featuring my story in their March 2018 issue. Since it’s short, I’ve included it below, but I also recommend checking out the other stories in the issue as they’re all really good (linked below)!

Berries and Cough Drops




The red hand glows and screams in my face as a car blows past, its horn blaring in my ears. I trip over my feet as I stumble back onto the curb. I wait. I breathe hard.

The hand dissolves into white.

I cross and work myself back into a run.

The hot pavement makes waves in my vision. The trees and light poles melt into a rippling dance as I approach them. Their instability makes me nervous. I look at something else. Birds. Powerlines. Dog shit. Honda. Taco Mac.

I pass enclosed playgrounds built on land dedicated to statues and history. A man on a horse, rearing. A group of children, pigtails frozen in flight. A straight-back general, mustachioed. All bronze. All still. All stuck.

A dog barks at me from the other side of the fence. I’ve heard they can sense your stress, like horses. Elizabeth told me that once. About horses. She knows about stuff like that. I remember her lying on my chest when she told me. She smelled like coconut oil and cough drops. Her hands were cold on my stomach. They were always cold on my stomach.

My throat tightens.

I run harder, and the shadows from the trees overhead flicker on and off and on and off as the clouds pass. It’s making me nauseous. Lightheaded. Faint. Oh no, not again. My chest is tight. I can’t breathe. I suck at the air. I clutch at my chest. I can’t breathe.


But I can’t breathe!


But I can’t.

I force myself forward. Just get to the bench at the corner. You’ll be fine if you can just get to the bench at the corner. Fifty more steps. Thirty-eight. Inhale. Seventeen. Slow breaths. Nine. Exhale. Two.

I collapse onto the bench. I clench the seat of it and feel the embossed markings on the wood digging into my palm. In Memory of Shelby Richardson, Beloved.

I shut my eyes.

I am loved. I am wanted. I am calm.

I repeat my mantras. I rub at the empty spot on my finger with my thumb, trying to erase the tan line encasing it. I tense up. I choke.

I fucked her. I fucked her. I fucked her. I’m crying. I’m sorry. I fucked her. Oh God.

The bench heaves in time with my shoulders. I can’t believe I let this happen. I can’t believe I lost control. I should have had more control. But she looked so good sitting all alone at that bar. She looked like romance, and she smelled like berries. She didn’t smell like cough drops. She smelled so good. She felt so good. Elizabeth feels like metal. She tastes like steel. She doesn’t smell like berries.

But she smells like twenty years. Like fried eggs, extra pepper. Like stray possums in the garage in December. Like lake air flowing over tandem kayaks. Like fireplaces and mortgage bills and late nights and home. Oh, God.

What have I done?

What have I done?

What have I done?



IMG_7569Something About the Romans
By Evan Massey

On the porch, the radio plays old tunes. Sometimes our heads bob. I’m on the top step. Below me, Bianca sits behind my little sister, Tia, braiding her hair. She combs out Tia’s rough hair with an orange comb, applies grease. Bianca doesn’t have rough hair, no. She has good hair. Tia doesn’t care much for Bianca because of that. It’s a girl thing, I guess.

My mama used to do Tia’s hair. She was gentler with that orange comb. She’d even cut my hair when it got too long. Boys shouldn’t have long hair, she’d say. But I loved it when she’d cut it. We’d talk about life, me becoming a man, and sometimes about my father. Her gentle hands would glide the clippers through my hair, trimming it to her liking. I would feel like a new me afterwards. But now…

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