The Tempest

The windows on the car were all rolled down. The humid air blew Emma’s long brown hair around in a swirl. She laughed and reached her hand a...

Not to brag or anything but I have been killing it this week. I made dinner twice, vacuumed the house, cleaned and scrubbed our bedroom and ...

Lots of people over the years have asked me where I get inspiration for writing fiction and I always answer the question the same way— “By p...

Today is something of an event for me and The Tempest. This particular post is number 3,000. It has taken 14 years and two months to reach t...

His only identification was an expired driver’s license. The picture looked like him and the description was accurate, 6 feet tall and 200 p...