A Poem: What to Do Next

    next.  when I heard I was not at a loss for words I had a lot to say I had a lot to feel But I was at a loss What to do. next. the walls were mocking me to punch them my tongue was putting on his sneakers, to run a marathon…

In 3 Months My Book Hits the Shelves. 

When I was very young I remember asking my Mom what she thought I was going to be when I grew up. She told me an author. I remember giggling because why on earth would I want to be that? Well, now it is coming true. Mom’s are always right.  Growing up, just like every…