Reading, Writing

The Monster In Jack.

It's been a cold winter for Toronto, with wind frigid enough to freeze your nostrils together. Perfect weather to bundle up under a warm blanket, sip on some canned hot chocolate (because let's be real, I'll probably NEVER make anything from scratch ever), and read a cheery tale of mayhem and murder at the behest… Continue reading The Monster In Jack.

Life, Writing

Writing Through It.

I'm by no means an expert when it comes to writing. I'm an avid devourer of books and the written word has been my religion for as long as I can remember. When I was growing up, friendless and shy, there were always books. My family wasn't exactly affluent but books opened up a whole… Continue reading Writing Through It.

Fiction, Writing

Salt Meat: Part Five

Honey I'm home and I had a hard day Pour me a cold one and oh by the way... Becky wipes suds from a plate before placing it in the drying rack. From the window overlooking the small sink she can see her daughters playing in the backyard. They're laughing, smiles so big she can… Continue reading Salt Meat: Part Five