Whoever invented men had definitely not ironed out all the kinks.
An unforgettable tale of love lust faith betrayal and redemption. A powerful mesmerizing suspense novel-a tour de force!
My sister and I may have been crafted of the same genetic clay baked in the same uterine kiln but we were disparate species doomed never to love each other except blindly.
A mother never fully delivers.
Behind the lens I found refuge and freedom distance and connection an intoxicating way to tame the huge chaotic world.
Writing is the perfect balance between self-confidence and self-doubt with a bit of self-delusion thrown in.
I suppose a child's first obligation is to become a stranger to his parents.