CHAPTER 6
Rosie moved first. She always did.
A brush of fur against Alex’s leg. A quiet weight beside her. Not a command, not even a nudge, just the steady presence of a creature who had never once left her.…
My Writing
Chapter Five
CHAPTER FIVE
She could handle being alone; she’d been doing it her whole life. What she couldn’t handle was being seen in it. Rosie was the only one she trusted without hesitation, the only presence that had never wavered. But …
The Shape of Her Silence – Chapter 4
She hated how seen she felt in a place that hadn’t asked her a single question. The treehouse held its quiet like a knowing, the kind that didn’t pry but also didn’t look away. It made her skin prickle, that …
The Slow Work of Feeling Safe
Alex cleared her throat, brushing a leaf from her sleeve as if that might restore some sense of normalcy. “I’m not on some quest,” she said, too casually. “I was looking for Rosie. Miss Independent, as I sometimes call her.”…
Chapter 2 – The Questions Begin
“The Wood has stirred,” he said, voice low and resonant.
“It does not rouse itself without cause.”
Alex swallowed. “What does it want?”
Hawk tilted his head, studying her with an unsettling gentleness.
“It seeks the truth you have carried …
The Hawk, the Hound and the Sacred Wood
There are places in this world that don’t show up on any map. They don’t have addresses or visiting hours. You can’t search for them. They find you — usually when you’ve stopped looking, when you’re searching for something …
Why My Muse Needs HR Oversight
As a creative person, I have a muse who shows up whenever she feels like it. Not during business hours, not when I’m at my desk, not when I’m caffeinated and prepared like a responsible adult. No — she prefers
LAST NIGHT I HAD THE STRANGEST DREAM
LAST NIGHT I HAD THE STRANGEST DREAM
It arrived like a messenger with mismatched shoes, humming an old pop song, and carrying a message I didn’t know I needed yet.
I was walking through the first house I …
When January Comes in Swinging
It’s Wednesday morning, and the news is full of warnings about the polar vortex barreling toward most of the country — including Greenville, SC. The kind of cold that makes you rethink every plan, every errand, every piece of food …
Last Blog of the Year
As the year comes to a close, I’m resisting the urge to summarize it neatly. This hasn’t been a year that fits into clean conclusions. It’s been a year of reworking, replanning, and re-seeing — and, at times, being forced …