Rebecca MacCeile is an author who goes out of her way to be open and honest about her life, marriage, parenting, a PTSD recovery. The...

Oh, Lavender Raindrops. This story is the finished version of my very first attempt at putting together a novel. It has been edited for...

“What defines a library? Is it a collection of books for the masses? Is it a collection of knowledge for the taking? Or is it merely a...

The sun slowly began to peek over the horizon as Paul shuffled quietly down the street. He had been making the same journey for nearly...

Being stuck in the house over the past month and a half has been challenging to say the least. I’ve struggled with it in many different...

“What defines a library? Is it a collection of books for the masses? Is it a collection of knowledge for the taking? Or is it merely a...

The sun slowly began to peek over the horizon as Paul shuffled quietly down the street. He had been making the same journey for nearly...

Isaac arrived at the school promptly at 7 am before many of the faculty had a chance to claim the prime parking spots. He swung the car...

All families have their strengths and weaknesses. For the Fosters, it was no different. Isaac, the Foster family’s patriarch, made his...

The sun slowly began to peek over the horizon as Paul shuffled quietly down the street. He had been making the same journey for nearly...

“What defines a library? Is it a collection of books for the masses? Is it a collection of knowledge for the taking? Or is it merely a...

“We’re done, Dad. Now what?” Jericho asked, expecting Will to lecture him for being irresponsible. “Get in your car and follow me. I’m...

Being stuck in the house over the past month and a half has been challenging to say the least. I’ve struggled with it in many different...

After a whirl wind two-ish months in quarantine… my latest project is complete and off to my editor with a scheduled release date of...

I’m finishing up my final draft on my latest NaNoWriMo Win this week. I’d planned to release it next Summer, but things are going so well...

“The annoying bedside alarm pierced the air, rousting her from the deep depression induced sleep Odessa found herself in. She was...

“If anyone had told me the events of my life would inspire me to write a book, I would have called them crazy, would have until the plan...

“The bright early winter sun shone through a small crack in the deep burgundy curtains piercing the sound sleep that had fallen over...

Before she wrote her memoir Candy Apple Butterscotch, Rebecca MacCeile had a library full of dusty notebooks with long forgotten...