It’s Okay If You Don’t Write A Novel: A Short Form Fiction Writer’s Lament

I felt like I wasn’t a real author. It was bad enough to have to deal with the stigma of self-publishing (also a topic for another time), there was also the fact that anyone who’d look me up on Amazon and other retailers would not find a backlist. I had no readers of my own

New Vocal Post: Butterfly Kisses

My father didn’t cry at my wedding, and I was glad. I wouldn’t have known what to do or how to react if he did. In fact, I went to great lengths to ensure that he wouldn’t, because if he, someone I never saw cry, started crying, then I would start crying. That included abolishing the traditional

Mango Mania: Tales of Summer Nostalgia

Since moving to England two months ago, I’ve not really had a ‘food problem.’ Rice, a staple in the Philippines, is readily available here – I was, in fact, pleasantly surprised to see an aisle label for it in Tesco. There are Asian stores for condiments, and for the rest, well, I’m not particularly endeared