Cherish: New Outsider Girl Cherish is a young mother, trying to complete high school and still raise her son Jonah with love and attention.

Cherish: “But I don’t like school. I want to stay with you,” my son says, pushing out his lower lip.
My heart breaks for just an instant, and then I’m back on task.
“Jonah, you have to go to school. Mommy has to go to school. Same as every day. It’s the same every day! Come3 on baby, why do you have to do this to me? Put on your shoes.”
“No.”
“Jonah!” I break. I grab him hard and pull him to me. I shove his feet into his sneakers. “You don’t need me to dress you, Jonah. You’re a big boy.”
He clutches at me, but falls when I move back too quickly.
Great, now he’s crying. Great, that means there will be no time to make my lunch or get to my first class on time, and it’s all his fault and I hate—

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Selected Works

Young Adult Fiction/kindle

Somebody's Daughter
Somebody’s Daughter combines multiple points of view to tell the chilling events of a party gone wrong when the adults have all checked out of their children's lives.

Young Adult Fiction

Crosses
Nancy and Katie are best friends with one big thing in common -- they both cut themselves, “Not by accident, we do it purposely -- and regularly -- because physical pain is comforting, and because now it has become a habit.”

Weird on the Outside
When sixteen-year-old Tracey runs away she finds that making ends meet in New York City for a young girl with few real skills is nearly impossible. That’s when Tracey becomes Amanda, a topless dancer.

Tomorrow Wendy
“I’ve discovered that if you wear a big enough hat, no one worries much about what’s going on inside your head,” says Cary. And no one, not even her boyfriend, Danny, knows about the things inside Cary’s head. Especially the feelings she has for Wendy, a girl with bright green hair and hard-candy sadness in her eyes.

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