The wheel of the year turned like a slow tide, and here we stand at its close — rich with stories, hardened by truth, softened by grace. In the quiet places between sirens and silence, 2025 became one of reckoning and resolution. This year I …
Read MoreWhiskey and the Winter Wind: A Slow Return to Self
There was a time when the wind was kinder. Whiskey and the Autumn Wind was written in that in-between season—when the air still carried warmth, when loss felt survivable, when reflection arrived with falling leaves instead of ice. Those poems lingered in amber light and …
Read MoreWhen the Wheels Fall Off (Literally and Figuratively)
Life’s been a whirlwind lately—between my Master’s program, EMS shifts, and book marketing, I feel like a tornado that finally stopped spinning. My old truck is gone, my new Dodge Avenger is here, and The Quiet After the Sirens continues to reach hearts.
Read More“What Comes Next: The Story Continues…”
College is in the rearview—and now the real adventure begins. Over the next few weeks, I’ll be finishing my memoir, applying for jobs in publishing and editing, launching Sigma Writing Solutions, and getting ready to begin my MFA at SNHU in August. Also helping my daughter Ollie start college herself, while polishing Gemini Project, my debut fiction novel.
Read MoreCatching My Breath & Looking Ahead: Exciting News and Ongoing Work
Walking the stage Summa Cum Laude was a moment of deep reflection, joy, and purpose—a signal that this story is far from over.
Read MoreChapter 3 rewrites, and developmental edits.
In honor of EMS Week and Mental Health Awareness Month, read a raw excerpt from The Quiet After the Sirens—a memoir about trauma, silence, and survival.
Read MoreWalking Through Fire: A Warrior’s Reflection for Mental Health Awareness Month
The first of May rises not just with spring’s fragile bloom but with the tremble of a war drum echoing deep within my chest. Today marks the beginning of Mental Health Awareness Month, and for those like me—those who wear their wounds beneath the skin …
Read More“Her Final Breath, My Last Choice”
On April 20th, five years ago, I had to make the most painful decision of my life—from a Zoom call. My sister was dying, and I was her healthcare proxy. While my mother and niece sat at her bedside, I gave the word to let her go. That moment changed me forever. I carry it into every EMS shift, every sleepless night, and every word I write. Today, I remember her—not as the woman we lost, but as my sister. The one I tried to save, even from a distance. The Quiet After the Sirens began with her silence.
Read MoreNaPoWriMo Day 7 “Why I Am Not a Symphony”
Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt: Write a poem explaining why you are not a work of art. Mine? A chaotic self-portrait in sound. I am not a symphony.
Read MoreWe Played Terribly
By @RWhiteAuthor Day 5 of NaPoWriMo prompt is inspired by musical notation, and particularly those little italicized –and often Italian – instructions you’ll find over the staves in sheet music, like con allegro or andante. First, pick a notation from the first column below. Then, pick …
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