Welcome to the very first chronicle! Six years ago, a spark of an idea turned into a story, and that story became Romie’s Love Chronicles. I poured my heart into starting this book, but as life sometimes does, the draft was tucked away into a quiet corner of my Google Docs. However, some stories refuse to be forgotten. They whisper to you when you’re quiet, reminding you of the characters who are still waiting to have their voices heard. This series is my first love, and I am

Ugh! Why does this always happen to me? Here I am, driving home from yet another horrible date with a complete asshole. He talked with food in his mouth all night, kept belching as if we were at a frat party, only spoke about when we were going to “hook up,” and—to top off the audacity—asked to go dutch on the bill. And he wasn’t even my type! He was about two inches shorter than me, not even eye level. His hair looked like it was best friends with the ceiling with the numero

My heart is pounding so hard against my chest, I feel like an old boombox speaker ready to blow out because of too much bass. Who said I...

Dearest Father, These years after Mother’s passing has been the loneliest years that we both have ever endured. We both are unhappy....

I am trying to stay grounded to the harsh realities of this world that my mind, body, and spirit occupy, that I feel I lose a portion of...

It doesn’t matter why I was there, where the air is sterile and the sheets sting It doesn’t matter that I was holding heavy water weights...

I stand here making your school lunch and what you asked me moves my mind back and forth with the knowledge of society outside our home’s...

Derrick and I have never had a stronger relationship than now. We roam New York City as if we own it. We scheme to hop the rails in the...

This moment is incredibly surreal! In just a few short minutes, I will be walking on stage to perform in front of thousands of people....

Ingrid and Yvonne were thick as thieves in elementary school. They were inseparable and they played off of each other’s strengths. For...

This March, we are in Alaska and all I can think right now is, why would anyone want to come here? It’s so cold. My boyfriend’s mother...

Thoughts of chilled bluegrass tickle my toes As the softest cotton tickles my nose Periwinkle skies out of phase While butterflies...