Dominique Heu speaks about being Hmong in America.
We have always lived here. We do not hear the rain as it falls upon us. We remain still as the cold corrodes us.
When a group of white men enter the brothel dragging a black woman on a rope, Hattie fears that her biggest secret may be revealed.
Chaaya is about to join an elite organization, but what will she do to complete her initiation?
When the school bus arrives and her son isn't on it, Tessa Copeland goes on a harrowing quest to find him.
On September 23rd, I was laid off from my position at YP. I'd been there for two years: six months as a contractor and a year and a half as an employee. Though I was feeling like it was time for me to move on from my position as a Sr. Search Fulfillment Specialist, I... Continue Reading →
When I started my career in the marketing world, I was a day out of college and looking to make a name for myself. I was confident, perhaps overly so, that I knew all there was to know about copywriting. I aced my assignments for my Media Writing class, I received several compliments on my... Continue Reading →
So, I have a confession to make: I love being scared. While other women watch rom-coms and eat ice cream when they have a bad day, I can be found watching some slasher/ supernatural/ demonic/ zombie movie... but, also probably with ice cream. I usually watch a horror movie once a week; come Saturday or... Continue Reading →
"It was dawn, and the zombies were stumbling through the parking lot, streaming towards the massive beige box at the far end. Later they'd be resurrected by megadoses of Starbucks, but for now they were the barely living dead." I stumbled across Grady Hendrix's books on Amazon. Admittedly, I was more interested in My Best... Continue Reading →