Category Archives: nonfiction

I started writing a novel last month.  That sentence alone makes me wonder if I’ve officially lost it.  Go ahead and commit me.  Throw away the keys.  Arden thinks she’s a novelist. I’ve only been writing since March.  Sure, I learned to write as a child.  I remember writing a horror story in elementary school.  It wasContinue reading “Crazytown: Population 1”

It was the Friday before Halloween, and my friends and I were trying to figure out what to do.  There were no parties to attend.  We were apparently too old for trick-or-treating.  What were a bunch of girls to do? “How about the haunted house?” one friend piped in. “How about you shut your stupid mouth?”Continue reading “Teenage Terror”

It was December 2006, and I was about to make the best mistake of my life. Growing up, I was a good kid.  Sure, during those nasty teenage years, my parents and I had our moments of hatred but, for the most part, we got along pretty well.  I did what my parents told meContinue reading “My Best Mistake”

After a leisurely summer of naps, beaches, and cocktails with umbrellas, you would think I would ease back into the schedule I had so easily left just a few months before. This past winter and spring had overflown with gigs, work deadlines, and social events that my brain could not possibly keep track.  I tookContinue reading “Saying No to Yes”

Just stay where I can see you. Douse the lights! We sure are in for a show tonight It’s show day, her first in nine years.  Dress rehearsal is over and she sits alone in the auditorium.  The butterfly gymnastics have begun in her stomach.  What has she gotten herself into? She bides the timeContinue reading “Show Day”