I’ll be honest–January was tough. Not only was it cold AF, but we got a lot of snow in Detroit, and my partner and I were sick the entire month. I don’t even know what illnesses I cycled through, but there had to have been several. Despite
April has been a crazy month. I went to London at the beginning of the month and spent nine days there. We had a bonus day because of a cancelled flight home. It was a mechanical issue with the plane, so I was fine with waiting until it was fixed.
Author's Note on Quality: I wrote this in 2009 while I was in college. I was 21. I had just come home from a party and scribbled this story down in a notebook in one sitting. Against the cheap light bulbs, the kitchen looked green. The sort of
If you're a writer, then you must be a reader. To learn to write, you must learn to read, and you must consume stories. Ideas are not created in a vacuum. We build our stories off inspiration from life and the books we read, and that is perfectly
Cold air blows from the vents at precisely seventy-one degrees Fahrenheit. Outside, rain slides down the window panes, racing to the gutter, like so many do. Lightning flashes a streak across the slate-gray sky. Thunder rumbles above, and they rumble below, toiling beneath the soles of those who stepped on
If you don't know me yet, then let me share a few things about me: * I love tea parties, tea, tea cups, etc. * coffee, too. I don't discriminate. * My last name is Madigan– yes. I am "mad again." * Get it? * I have an Alice