A Lonely Weed

A Lonely Weed

I see the simplest of photographs, such as this one of a solitary weed, and think of the most interesting things. I feel loneliness, yet strength from this image. This weed grows alone, but stands tall, blowing in the breeze. Sometimes one has to find their inner strength through solitude.


Fighting the War for Fillmore

Today I will not post a photograph or a poem.  I just discovered that one of the best bosses I ever had has stage III colon cancer at age 30.  If everyone who passes by this blog would click the link below, look at this fundraiser, and donate if possible, it would be greatly appreciated.  He is running out of money and time.

Steve Fillmore is an amazing man and was very good to everyone he knew.  Please, take a minute and if you can’t donate, at least say a prayer.  Thank you.



Before I begin my blog, I would like to take a moment to thank everyone who made this possible. I have had writer’s block for several years and due to various people, I have found it within myself to reclaim my position as a novelist. It has not been an easy road, with writing or life, and the following people have made my journey easier.

My mother and father, Lori and Stephan Grove, have always supported my future and my writing, even  when I was doing nothing with either. They have stood by me in my darkest times and have made it possible for me to begin writing again. My grandfather, Jerry Kravitz, has probably been one of the biggest supporters of my creativity. He asked me every now and again whether I had finished anything, which always made me feel guilty when I had to say no. Here’s hoping I won’t have to say “no” much longer. My sister, Kaleigh Wyrick, has been beside me in my writing since the beginning, ten years ago. She has seen the start and middle, and now I hope to show her the final product. Ben and Rita Boyce are some of the best friends a girl could ask for. They have opened their hearts to me and shown me what true friendship is, allowing me to stay strong in physical solitude. I know i am not alone as long as I have them beside me. They, along with others, have kept me strong. Christina Henson, you have known me since high school and through all my dysfunctions, then and now, you have always stood by me and supported me. You are truly an inspiration with everything you’ve been through and are doing. Finally, Jordan Walker, you are the reason I am still here today to write this and my novels. You saved me when I couldn’t save myself and stood by me through many dark times. For that, you may well be one of my biggest muses.

I thank you all for being there for me. There are many more whom I haven’t listed that have assisted in my ability to write, but if I mentioned them all, my foreword would be just as long as my novel.

I have mentioned my book numerous times now and I suppose I should let my readers know that this blog will not contain my novel. It will, however, contain a myriad of poetry that I have written and will continue to write. I hope to publish a new poem every other Monday. Once my novel is complete, I will post a preview so my readers can see if it is of interest to them.

I hope to have feedback on my poetry here and invite critique as well. I hope you all enjoy my work and thank you again to those who have made this possible.