I left Los Angeles and moved to Long Beach, California, because I thought it’d be less cold—I don’t mean the temperature, I mean the atmosphere, the lack of caring, the judgment, the sheer disdain for those who haven’t made it. I escaped LA, but not the hell that it is to be a homeless woman . . .
Don’t be afraid — check out these titles this Friday the 13th.
Emptiness walked in uninvited and refused to leave. When? How? I can’t recall . . .
Don’t miss two acclaimed Akashic authors in NYC on Wed., 5/18, and and Thurs., 5/19.
“Mommy, can we go to McDonald’s?” Hazel asked in her piping voice. . . .
Hers wasn’t the first body to be found in the overgrown lot that once was a marsh that sucked and pulled with the tidal waters of the East River . . .
Rage. The worst kind. That’s what filled Brody Altmeyer’s entire body after he finished reading the TechCrunch article on his iPhone . . .
The evening sun appeared to rush toward the horizon much sooner than it had yesterday . . .