Happy Independence Day! What Independence Day Means to Me Every Fourth of July, while the sky erupts in bursts of red, white, and blue, I find myself sitting with something quieter than celebration — something closer to reflection. Because for me, Independence Day has never been just about fireworks and cookouts. It has always been about the deeper, more complicated, more human question underneath all the pageantry: What does it truly mean to be…
I never see their faces. That is the first thing people seem surprised by when I describe my work as an Eligibility Specialist in a regional change center. There is no waiting room, no desk across from mine, no eye contact over a stack of forms. There is a phone. There is a voice on the other end. And there is, almost always, a person suspended in the middle of something — reaching out from…
There is a version of trauma-informed care that lives in clean, well-lit pages. It has bullet points. It uses phrases like safety, trustworthiness, empowerment, and choice. It was written by people who, I suspect, have never had to deliver a Medicaid denial over the phone while the person on the other end goes quiet in a way that tells you everything — the kind of quiet that isn’t relief or acceptance, it’s a person recalculating what they can no…
Somewhere along the way, most of us learn to keep a second, smaller version of ourselves on hand — one that’s easier to bring into a room. It says the agreeable thing, takes up a little less space, wants a little less, needs a little less. We don’t usually think of it as a separate self at all. We just think of it as being easy to get along with, or being professional, or being…
There is a particular kind of exhaustion that doesn’t come from lifting heavy things or running long distances. It comes from sitting very still, listening to someone’s worst day, and then doing it again. And again. And again. It is the exhaustion of proximity — of spending forty or more hours a week hovering at the edges of other people’s most painful, most desperate, most human moments, without a clinical framework to hold any of…
Claiming the Goddess Within by Morrigan Crowe My rating: 5 of 5 stars Blades of Fate: Claiming the Goddess Within is the kind of sequel that doesn’t just continue a story — it transcends it. Morrigan Crowe has returned to the world of Anat and Shiloh with a bolder pen, a braver heart, and — yes, I’ll say it plainly — a significantly spicier touch than the first book. And that, dear reader, is an…
The War Goddess Awakens: A Sapphic Fantasy Romance by Morrigan CroweMy rating: 5 of 5 stars Disclaimer: I was gifted a copy of this book in exchange for an honest review. I enjoyed it so thoroughly that I purchased my own copy before I had even finished reading — and I have zero regrets.________________________________________There is a particular kind of magic that happens when mythology is retold not merely as spectacle, but as truth — when…
The Bravest Thing You Can Ask For: Raw Honesty and What It Does to a Business Relationship There’s a moment in some professional relationships where the ground shifts beneath you. Not dramatically, not all at once—but you feel it. A key piece of information didn’t make it to you. A decision was made, or a detail was omitted, and suddenly you find yourself standing in the wreckage of a miscommunication you didn’t see coming,…
Once upon a time this page used to be a flourishing hub of writing, from sample works to book reviews. All of that came to an abrupt end with the unexpected shutting down of my website hosting company. I’ve slowly been adding material back, one page, one chapter at a time. Having said this, I’ve added Chapter Two from She Will Become. If you haven’t had a chance yet to read Chapter One, you can…
Ah, it’s good to be back! Welcome to the new home of The Ink Well! We’ve recently moved so please pardon the dust. We’re still unpacking all of our content so check back often for new posts and pages.
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