Margot Livesey is the bestselling author of many famous books. She grew up in the Scottish Highlands and went to an all-boys school. She started off as many young writers do, knowing that they like to write but not quite sure if they have the talent to make it big. It wasn’t until Margo was … Continue reading →

He looked down at their faces. Worried and weary. His own: worn and wary. — He stared at them. They stared back, eyes expectant. So he spoke. “Lord, we thank you for this glorious day. For the gifts you have blessed us with.” Murmuring. He cleared his throat quietly. “On this day, a day that … Continue reading →

candied apple cheeks, red like fuji apples: ripest in the fall, barren in the winter. gleaming jewels in her eye socket, she looks at me and i feel frozen; she whispered in my ear: “i feel things i shouldn’t know of.” she took me by the hand, ropey fingers intertwining, palm to palm, mouth to … Continue reading →

Within the past year, I had the privilege to travel overseas to the United Kingdom to volunteer and attend the Fowey Festival in Cornwall. What is the Fowey Festival? Well, the festival’s inspiration comes from the famous author Daphne du Maurier, who spent a great deal in and around Fowey. I believe for a time … Continue reading →

I owe a lot of credit for my career path choices to Stuart Dybek. The only reason he doesn’t get all of the credit is because I wanted to be a writer before I met him, so at least some of all this was due to my own agency. But when he called my name, … Continue reading →