Recently “To Knowing,” a short story that I wrote years ago was posted on this site. Well exciting news, I will be expanding the story and posting a series of additions to it! Some will be written before the action in “To Knowing” began and some will be written after the ending. So prepare yourself for more to come from … More News!

 A short fiction story           “What is that?” Holly asked me. We stood in her office at the Daily Post. “What is what?” I said. “That mark on your arm. What is that?” she repeated herself. “I don’t know. I didn’t even know it was there.” I told her. “How could you not know it … More To Knowing

What I really love about writing is when text on a page becomes more than that, when it makes you look at the entire world and your entire life differently. Last week I finished reading A House in the Sky and I can honestly say I will be changed forever. I recommend the book to … More The Book that Changed me

I’m relieved my phone is cracked. I think I’m almost glad it happened. Because now I no longer fear it is going to crack. Yes, part of the glass is missing in the upper left hand corner and two other thin lines spread across my screen, but it’s a small price to pay to own … More My Cracked Phone

So I recently found out that there is a very special someone out there who receives email notifications every time I post something…and that special someone is my baby sister. So today’s blog is for and about her. Hailey McDonald Paul was born 11 lbs and something oz on October 5, 1997. I was four. She had … More For Someone Special

A fiction poem   Gladly would I wake up and turn the stars of night into the fires of the day.   Gladly would I grow plants, tan skin and warm the world. Gladly would I help keep the planets align and create mirrors and reflections that shine.   And if I have to take … More The Burning Shine

a fiction poem   He babysat the poll and the alleyway. Across from her car, he saw it all.   Camouflage and draped in white, maybe his eyes were blue. His features were just pencil sketches and led.   His grey eyes watched her stumble out of her car on the night she shouldn’t drive … More The Man on the Poll

A short fiction poem   For the Relevance or lack of. For the eight letters three words you said thank you. For triple texting, for sexy flexing, for sexless sleepovers and long goodbye mornings– thank you. For the expiration dates, for the leftover compliments and the last minute, last picked dodge ball balls thank you. … More Thank You

This summer I’ve traded the servers, the front-door welcomes, and the stress of the restaurant life for a cubicle and a business suit. Instead of living my hostess life that has been the staple of my summers since I was 16, I am interning at State Farm. Everyone in Bloomington knows you can hardly meet a person … More Starting Summer