The Brattychick

Heidi: Do you know anything about anything? Robin: I know something about your mom.

My summertime villanelle!

My poem about the perfect father featured on Yahoo!

I finished it. It's published. "When I was ten years old, my grandmother committed suicide via a closed garage and a Buick. The garage was attached to the house. Though the doors were closed, my grandfather, sleeping upstairs, was reached by the toxic fumes. They both slipped away quietly in the night..." You can read it on yahoo! here .