Behind the Stanza: Creating “A Good Night” in Poems for Breakfast
Turns out, the best monster repellent isn't a nightlight, it's a good nickname.
Behind the Stanza: Creating “Bittersweet” in Poems for Breakfast
The quickest way to eat a whole box of candy? Start by insisting you hate it.
Behind the Stanza: Creating “Heart” in Poems for Breakfast
How the poem "Heart" emerged from the messy, beautiful process of unlearning.
Behind the Stanza: Creating “The Elephant” in Poems for Breakfast
There’s an elephant in the room—and it booked this conference space, too. That’s where The Elephant was born—a poem about the truths we all see but pretend not to.
Grab Your Lavender Latte–Poems for Breakfast is on YouTube
Poems for Breakfast is on YouTube! The Story Rug nailed it—Part 1 is live, and I can’t wait for you to see it.
Behind the Stanza: Creating “Time” in Poems for Breakfast
Curious about how the poem “Time” came to life in Poems for Breakfast? Discover the playful poem, its minimalist illustration, and a writing tip to capture inspiration before it slips away.
I Made the Dumbest Book Ever—and It’s Perfectly Ridiculous
This book isn’t about being smart or impressing anyone. It’s here to do what a good book should: delight you. It’s for when life feels heavy, and you want to laugh at something absurd—or maybe laugh at yourself.Sometimes, the "dumbest" ideas are the ones that bring the most joy.
Stories That Explain Everything: "Do Zombies Smell?"
It was funny—until it hit me. Was he… making a good point?
Stories That Explain Everything: “Go Cut That Tree Down”
No plan, no tools, just: ‘Get something sharp and keep going.’ Classic dad logic. What could possibly go wrong?”
6 Self-Publishing Rabbit Holes Worth Falling Into
Sure, you can upload a book in minutes—but if you’re ready to dig deeper, these rabbit holes uncover strategies that can make your book-making life easier.
Writing on the Edge: How Risking It All Made Me Write More
I downloaded an app that deletes your words if you stop typing. Harsh? Yes. Motivating? Surprisingly. The first time I lost everything, I expected drama—alarms, skulls, something. Instead, I was left with a blank screen and a question: Why did that sting so much?

