I still remember the morning of January 7, 2025. I awoke to an odd scent of burning ... both natural and chemical. I went downstairs and opened my kitchen door, like I do most mornings. Typically, I'm greeted with the joyful sounds of children heading to school, but this time I found the air thick, the density burning to my eyes and seemingly layered onto my skin, my clothes. The streets were oddly vacant.I hadn't heard about the fires yet. Something inside me said to close my door...

Can two women get the lowdown on high society?In 1913, a society writer and a former lady's maid join forces to find the truth and avenge the wrongful death of a friend.Louisa Delafield and Ellen Malloy didn't ask to be thrown together to bring the truth to light, but the unlikely pair navigate a soul-crushing class system to challenge the levers of power that control New York City's upper- and lower-classes alike.After Ellen witnesses the death of ...

"Floating on the Darkness" is a short story from my collection, The Lullaby Motel: Stories. It is about a girl on the cusp of womanhood and the choices she makes.