It’s the second day of fall. I was born yesterday under a waning crescent moon. Mama could’ve named me Autumn, but she didn’t. A nun at her Catholic school inspired my name. French, my mother asked for, and French it was. Maybe someday I’ll appreciate it. I bet I will.

New fictional novel by Monique rardin Richardson on pre-order today!

Today is the day the lead character of my memoir passed away.  

This week, there's a little bit of news to share on Pieces of Me, my poetry chapbook, which is being published by Finishing Line Press....