A decade of writing, procrastinating, and deleting more sentences than I care to admit—celebrated slightly late because, of course, I forgot the date.
Tag: books
Pale in the Wheat
The fog never left that field—and something pale still waits among the wheat
Shadows of Summer
August is ending, the air is cool, and the orchard is full of whispers...
Writing Like a Parent, Parenting Like a Writer
Writing and parenting have more in common than I ever expected—both messy, uncertain, and full of moments where all you can do is show up and try your best.
