Sixteen-year-old Pippa Greene never goes anywhere without her camera. She and her best friend/supermodel-in-training Dace long ago mapped out their life plan: Pippa will be the noted fashion photographer, and Dace the cover girl. But ever since last spring, things have changed for Pippa — and her junior year at Spalding High proves to have its own set of challenges. Not only is Vantage Point, the statewide photography competition, in three short weeks, but her mandatory volunteer placement lands her at St. Christopher’s Hospital, a place Pippa never wanted to set foot in again. With humour and pluck, she navigates her new role as a candy striper (watch out for Code Yellows), her changing relationship with her best friend (goodbye Honesty Pact), and — perhaps most stressful of all — her new love interests (yes, love interests plural). Will Pippa make it to Vantage Point without having a panic attack? Will either one of the guys prove less sketchy than her last boyfriend? Can she and Dace figure out a way to dream big and be best friends? One thing is certain: real life is a lot more complicated than a photograph. New chapter updates every Wednesday!

poetry is a vice. ➳ 2014 watty awards winner for poetry ➳ gorgeous cover by @mountainy

“I’m Mason,” he said. I nodded, and clicked the X in the corner of the computer screen so that it would go back to the home page. “And you?” he asked, and I looked at him, a questioning look on my face. “Your name,” he added, cocking his head to the side, “you do have one right?” “Hazel.” He looked at me for a moment, and then he laughed, one of those deep laughs that could warm your heart. “What is it?” I asked, tugging on my shirt just incase it had ridden up, which the fabric had a tendency to do. “Your eyes aren’t hazel,” he replied. “Neither are yours,” I retorted and he rolled his eyes. “But my name isn’t an eye color is it?” he asked. “Look,” he commanded, and I looked over to find him straining to keep his eyes comically wide. ”My eyes are green,” he announced, but he didn’t need to. They were a bit striking, and I noticed them the moment he walked in ...

Sometimes all you really need is a place to call home. * * * Being re-written completely as of May 14, 2021

London, 1920 and New York, 1952. Two love stories with more in common than you think. Eleanor Fontaine is being forced to leave her home in France. When she bumps into Andrew James--literally--her small world becomes bigger and her eyes are opened to so many new possibilities. London James's parents have been missing for years. Murder, prisoners of war...who knows? What she does know, though, is that she might just be falling for the mysterious Sawyer Gray. These two stories collide in a novel of crime, secrets, art, passion, and a pair of red Mary Janes. •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

One small decision can change everything. She was sat on a bus to school, and then she was out in the rain, sharing a cigarette with the one person she never thought she'd talk to.

A collection of poetry about my fascinatingly average life, and pursuit of bravery.