birthday, celebration, community, love

Birthday Bliss

Lily Chang © 2019 Celebrating four birthdays will conclude very soon. Today, in fact. Lily Chang © 2019 Having so many birthdays together has taken no small amount of time and has been exhausting. Planning and making time for such events, in already hectic schedules we keep, was tough. But I wouldn't change it for… Continue reading Birthday Bliss

Uncategorized, writing, writing fiction

Risky Writing

Writing fiction doesn't involve putting out imaginary inventions and that's it. Anyone claiming otherwise is delusional or isn't fully ready to come to terms with the fact that personal or familial details will be broadcasted in no uncertain terms. Writing already qualifies as risky. I'm putting my authentic and real self out there. Even though… Continue reading Risky Writing

adult fiction, fiction, Uncategorized, writing fiction

Why Adult Fiction vs. YA?

I've never been one to fit nicely and neatly into any category or niche, and my fiction is no exception. I get that in a world where the publishing industry has changed and sizable profits make or break the business, having some sort of indication that the unpublished novels under consideration will generate large revenue… Continue reading Why Adult Fiction vs. YA?

Columbine, community, denver, trauma

Columbine, Community Contused

The day before yesterday, after I had picked up the kiddos from school, I saw some blurbs about some woman who was armed and dangerous somewhere in the Denver metro area. Caution was advised. Around that time, I started getting alerts: texts, e-mails, messages, that Denver Public Schools were on lock out. Apparently there was… Continue reading Columbine, Community Contused

catastrophe, community, life, rebuilding

Catastrophe Converted

Watching a live feed of Notre Dame Cathedral engulfed in flames took me emotionally back to when I saw the smoke from the Twin Towers billowing and then collapse to the ground. I couldn't draw anything except short breaths. My heart raced. I might have even gritted my teeth. The fires grew. Angry red, orange,… Continue reading Catastrophe Converted