By: Allison Parks
“What does Martin Luther King Jr. mean to you?”
I was in seventh grade when my English teacher asked us to respond to the prompt above.
Obviously, I knew who Martin...
By: Melissa Parks
I’ve always hated the word “manifest.” It seemed like hocus-pocus New Age mumbo-jumbo. Passive. Like rubbing a genie bottle.
Recently, I’ve wondered,...
By: Allison Parks
I have a Kindle Unlimited membership.
It’s a monthly membership that gives me access to hundreds of thousands of books I can read for “free.”
To make the most of...
By Dave Goetz
The main work of a writer is to fix sentences.
You lay down that first sentence. You write another. And then another or two. Now you have a paragraph.
It’s time to roll up your...
Recently, I cheered on my friend as she completed a half marathon. I plopped myself into the bleachers by the finish line. I waited for her fist-pumping finale.
That’s the thing. When you...
I’m a Star Wars fan.
I’ve seen all the movies and shows (animation included). I have a personal library of Star Wars books. I’ve even bought and read a few comics.
You may not...
I call it the Target Indicator: when something unique becomes commonplace, and, thus, a cliché.
It happens with shoes, for instance. About a decade ago the suburban mom’s...
We love books. We support writers on the journey to write and publish books. We’re even a book publisher.
But a print book may not be the right format for your content.
Many are the possible...
I visited Universal Studios a lot as a kid. One of my favorite rides was The Studio Tour.
You hopped into a tram and rode through various film sets. One set was a plane crash. Another...
I guess I’m a gardener now. I do that gardener thing.
Every morning, I brew my coffee, slip on my Adidas slides, and head out back to do my daily garden walk.
I poke around to see...
I loaned my sister a book last week.
She was in a reading slump. So, I offered her a romance novel I thought she might enjoy.
The first night she read, she told me she was skimming sections. She...
Coach Eddie, my 7th-grade softball coach, is the reason I’m good at asking questions.
The spring season wrapped up, and my 16-month-older sister and I biked over with my dad to Coach...
