Long before I had dreams of being a published author, I only had dreams about being a musician. It drove nearly all of my decisions as a teenager. It was my primary identity. The second I learned that the American Musical and Dramatic Academy existed, I set my sights on auditioning for their program and making it my entire personality. I ended up auditioning for AMDA my Senior year of high school, after begging and begging to schedule an audition spot. We left early that Satu

I never wanted to be a parent. Parenthood was something for people who craved an extra copy of themselves. Parenthood was for those who had family support and dreams of spreading their legacy. My relationship with my family was so painful and complicated, I knew it was a sacrifice to have children; so much of a sacrifice, in fact, that I was certain I would never make such a choice. My sister, on the other hand, had always wished for parenthood, and often described dreams of

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Chapter 1 Sample of The Key, A Novel

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It’s 2016, a year of the future, a year of new rights and new possibilities—now in some places, a year of legal marijuana! But it wasn’t...

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Submittable is a great website for authors of all types to find places to submit their writing. Before I found this site, I didn't know...

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What is human history, if not a story? Each one of us has a unique story to tell. Some of us tell tales of love. Some of us speak with a...