Pruning.

It was only seven-fifty. The yard was still empty. Donna buttoned up her coat and pulled on her beanie. She passed through the gate and shuffled toward the garden, the contents of her watering can splashing onto the granitic sand beneath her sneakers. Donna’s “garden” was little more than two flowerbeds in the yard’s northwestContinue reading “Pruning.”

Connection.

Why do I write? I’ve pondered this question in recent weeks after listening to a fabulous podcast by Noè Harsel, where she poses this exact question to a range of Australian authors. It’s a seemingly simple question, yet I found myself twisting in circles trying to answer it. Why do I write? After publishing my first novel inContinue reading “Connection.”