Art, Books, Literature, Published, Publishing, Writing

Craft a Smaller Collection from your Longer Chapbook

Poetry's dead, man. No one wants to read it. Chill. I'm kidding.  I don't know. Some people may argue poetry, like rock-n-roll, is dead; on it's way to a recycle or scrap yard like newspapers. As an poet alone, the truth remains--unless by some magical knowledge you know of and I don't--that books of poetry rarely sale. … Continue reading Craft a Smaller Collection from your Longer Chapbook

inner city, Life, reality, Uncategorized, Writing

The Wisdom in Cinderella’s Words

When I write the title with Cinderella, I mean the live one. Not the animated version. We could easily get caught up in the Ariel discussion. Yes, I think this whole discussion about Ariel is stupid. I adore that Disney embraces and promotes diversity as we all should. I am going back to Cinderella. A… Continue reading The Wisdom in Cinderella’s Words

Education, History, Literature, Poetry, Politics, Writing

Thoughts on the American Revolution and Women

Everyone has different opinions about the Declaration of Independence just as ... they have different opinions about people's roles during the American Revolution.  This has to do with two things: (1) the United States is trying to grow more diverse in all people's history during the American Revolution and (2) the history of the American… Continue reading Thoughts on the American Revolution and Women

Blogging, Books, Communication, Literature, memoir, Writing

Why We Need to Talk about our Non-fiction Writers

Choose your writing content like a long term relationship... if you want it to last. When I started writing as a child, I wrote fiction and poems. I never imagined writing non-fiction. Something I read in a Facebook writing group and on Twitter made me think. Nonfiction authors are writers who tell a true story… Continue reading Why We Need to Talk about our Non-fiction Writers

Life, Literature, memoir, Poetry, Writing

Parts of a Memoir

We're talking the difference between storms and hurricanes.

Blogging, Life, Literature, Published, Publishing, Writing

How do You Know What Subject is Best for Your Writing?

Tell me. What's your story? You have to have a hook, right? You have about 30 seconds to get someone's attention rather a literary agent, publisher, or someone to whom you're trying to introduce your writing.   I know the feeling.  It still sometimes feels uncomfortable for me to feel like I'm promoting my writing when some… Continue reading How do You Know What Subject is Best for Your Writing?

Advocacy, autism, Blogging, Family, Life, Photos, Writing

Expand Your Writing Platform

I was never comfortable saying, "Hey, check out this latest collection my work was published in." Especially to my family. I'm of the opinion any writing I did would not impress the whole of my family or even friends from the past. Like many people, I compartmentalize aspects of my life. Career, raising children, daily… Continue reading Expand Your Writing Platform

Advocacy, Mental Health, PTSD, Writing

What You Need to Know about Trauma: Pushing People Away

Why do people who experience trauma push others away? Let's talk about it. Click the link below to The Bridesmaid Reject. Features new pictures and art by my son and I. via What You Need to Know about Trauma: Pushing People Away

Art, Education, Literature, Poetry, Publishing, Writing

Make Your Poetry Ugly Beautiful

Do what? Poetry. Who needs it? It does not sale in the market if you're looking to make money. For people who read, poetry seems to cause emotions almost as extreme as politics. They either like or they don't. My husband has hated poetry most of his life, but claims I am bringing him around… Continue reading Make Your Poetry Ugly Beautiful

Art, Education, inner city, Poetry, reality, Writing

God Left Green Street, a poem

I saw them gather at the church. I did not join them there. God left Green Street on a day in April when black-gray clouds intersected. A fight on the street, or in the school, the boy will meet you there because God grabbed his hat and coat. He left the kids of Green Street.… Continue reading God Left Green Street, a poem