Diane Graham

Ah, Hell.

Ah, Hell.

This week in the news there was a story about a girl in Oklahoma that did not receive her diploma when she should have. That isn’t all that uncommon. The Department of Education says that the dropout rate in the United States as of 2010 is at 7.4%. What that report fails to mention is […]

A New Door Opens

A New Door Opens

Today God holds a door open for a new adventure in my life. Rest assured, I’m a little bit nervous. At the same time, I am shriek-worthy excited. So much is happening in my life and in a flash. I am thankful to have dear friends go before me, paving the path and being a […]

How Do I Love You…Let Me Count The Ways

How Do I Love You…Let Me Count The Ways

Dear Reader, A little over two years ago, Keven Newsome asked me to join The New Authors Fellowship joint blog for unpublished writers by unpublished writers. It was a crazy idea he had that if some of us joined forces, we could attract more attention as a group.  Novel concept (pun intended) considering most of […]

Victim or Victor?

Victim or Victor?

In life there are only two choices…be a victim or be a victor. Some will argue that is not the choice in every situation, but I will argue it as truth until my last breath in this world. Let me tell you why. I’ve learned life is all about attitude and perspective. Where do you […]

Patience- Wait For It

Patience- Wait For It

Waiting is something I have never been very good at. A lot of that has to do with being the youngest child and a girl to boot. Add to that big blue eyes, a freckle on the end of my nose, a good amount of common sense and you have a girl use to getting […]

I Am Ocilla- Sneak Peek

I Am Ocilla- Sneak Peek

See that eye? It is part of the super secret cover for I Am Ocilla. The dragon was drawn by none other than our very own Keven Newsome. Cool, huh? The cover design is by his lovely wife De Newsome of Newsome Creative. She is on facebook if you want to look her up. With […]

A Baby

A Baby

Sebastian draped a dingy, thin quilt around Hazel’s back, leaned forward and kissed her forehead. She smiled and patted her lap as if to say, “Come have a seat, small-one.”   It reminded him of when her lap was one of the only places tears could be vanquished. He squatted in front of her instead, […]