I will be at Create-It Con, a celebration of creators, tinkerers, makers, builders, bakers, painters, engineers, and […]
Small Things takes place in Carthage, Illinois, where I grew up. All of the places in […]
This is still very much a work in progress, so please ignore typos and bad writing […]
The first chapter of Memories of a Ghost is now on Wattpad! Please read, vote, and […]
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Everyone was looking at her, and one of the children, a little boy dressed as a fireman, casually leaned over the table and blew out all four candles on her cake. There was no malice in his face; he was just doing what needed to be done, and the candles, quite simply, needed to be blown out. He was a fireman, after all, and that’s what firemen did. She knew that, knew that he hadn’t meant anything by it, but it still broke her heart.

— Memories of a Ghost, chapter 8