Most mothers are nurses, possibly school teachers, but my my mom was a writer. Not just any writer an author of well known thrillers. Everywhere I go: “Hey has your mom finished that new book yet?” or “Can I come over to your house to met your mom?”. Don’t get me wrong I love my mother, but after her passing I was mostly relieved of all the comments and questions that bombarded my everyday life....

Sometimes I wish I had another life. Like one where I am not an only child or one where I actually have a talent that gives me recognition. But sometimes wishing can become sinful, when the wish actually comes true. It happened to me. I woke up to an alarm on my phone playing some jingle I had heard a million times before, but when I opened my eyes I wasn’t seeing my bedroom. Well, it was my bedro...