Autumn

Autumn feels like promises kept. Autumn feels like waking up to chilled air and warm comforters, like holding your coffee mug with both hands as the heat radiates into your palms, like looking out at the changing leaves with sleepy, peaceful eyes. Autumn feels like a reassuring hug at the end of a long day.…

A Call For Help (Or Something Like That)

**I need your help!** Yes, you — person who is literate and also possesses the ability to click a blue button. (I’m assuming.) One of my not-yet-published manuscripts — In The Event The Flower Girl Explodes — is now part of a Kindle Scout Campaign on Amazon, and I need nominations. How do you nominate…