Six years ago, I woke up with a story in my head. I was maybe four months into my author journey, not even finished with my first draft of my first book. And yet, I was already feeling the deep pull to this new plot line, tempting me and calling me to begin placing its ink on the page. However, I am loyal to a fault. I couldn’t just abandon my then current work in progress. I had to see it through. And, I’m actually incredibly grateful for this odd quirk of mine. I learned so

I’ve been putting off writing this blog, waiting for the moment when I would catch the perfect photograph to pair with the memory I am about to describe. For months, I’ve been attempting to pin down something that is incredibly elusive in the desert: A rainbow. After every, rare rainstorm, I’ve looked to the sky to try and spot the beautiful array of colors, but alas, to no avail. I truly began to wonder if this blog post would ever come to fruition. But then, an epiphany app

“What is your deepest fear?” In response to one of my girl’s Twenty Question petitions (a road trip staple, in my opinion), I inquired, “Are we talking silly deepest fears, or true deepest fears?” “True deepest fears.” She replied, her face solemn and serious. Yikes. That’s a lot for 7:35 in the morning. Especially since I knew my answer to that question the minute it was posed, but was not sure it was something I should be sharing with my bright-eyed, innocent Young Women. A