An Appalachian Horror story. He keeps coming to my window. In the moonlight, with the faded wisteria hanging down over the warped windows, he taps on the glass. Lightly, at first. And then harder. Harder. Hard enough to rattle my teeth. I’m paralyzed in bed, I can’t even reach over and turn on the lamp.…

I am struggling to write so… here’s my playlist for this memoir that isn’t even written yet. Enjoy 💕 Playlist: Part 1: The Girl Lost in Dreaming-  “Fins” – Jimmy Buffett  “The Cover of Rolling Stone” – Dr. Hook and the Medicine Show“Dreams” – The Cranberries “This Kiss” – Faith Hill  “Only the Good Die…

I ran away. I was really good at that, actually; if you asked anyone who knew me, they’d agree. I wasn’t even sure what I was running from, or running to. I didn’t want to think about Kael, his face twisted in confusion, his eyes bleak with desperation. We’d just tasted our anniversary cake, and…

I feel like an empty husk.  Like if you rattled me in your warm hands,  you’d hear nothing. And I’ve tried these months  to fill myself —  with hope,  with music,  with the life I so long to feel in my womb — a second heartbeat in the galaxy of us. And yet nothing grows…