6:07am. My phone lights up on my nightstand. I roll over, ignore it. It buzzes, lights up again. I ignore it. The third time, I turn back...

[Except from upcoming book, due late fall.] The phone rings. He sits in the black leather chair in the downstairs of his house, the ...

A girl I used to know had a baby last week. A beautiful baby girl, with a head full of black hair. I know because my mom showed me...

As I sit downstairs in my home, my son asleep across my lap, wiped out from a day of pure, unfiltered fun, I can’t help but weep. I...

There is a chill that runs through my bones today. But all I can think about is the fever. The heat. The suffocating, sticky, thick heat....

Happiness is a lot like sorrow, that’s for sure. Returning from Haiti doesn’t come with a high anymore, it is more like a crashing. A...