Fast forward to my early twenties and I found myself in the safety of the trees once more, finding a path to hope in the wake of my sexual assault. I was in grad school, living for the first time on my own and still a long way from home. It was a year and…
I grew up on a small court. Despite it’s size, there were two groves of trees. One grove next to my parents and the other next to my grandparents. In some respects, I grew up inside these trees more so than from within the walls of my home. So long as there were not ridiculous…
*FIRST NOTE: This is the second post in a series called Breakup Subscription Boxes. It may do you some good to read the first post before diving into this one otherwise you probably won’t get it. While I had originally intended to do two more posts – similar to this one – it’s a lot…
Google “breakup subscription boxes” and you’ll find that these exist. Why do I know this? When I was preparing for my pitch event, I read somewhere that a potential question from an agent might be: what are your goals for the book apart from publication? At first, my drafted response was to launch myself into…