Kayla King Books

I'm not sure I've put much thought into the things that haunt me. Too often, these things appear in my writing as if by chance or perhaps...

I remember the moment I heard "Seasons of Love," introducing me to the haunting beauty of RENT. I remember listening to "Defying Gravity"...

What would you say if you could call the past? If I could call a version of myself from the past, I'm not sure what I would say, because...

That person who said writing is a muscle was correct. It has been much too long since I've written anything but a line or two for my...

James Taylor sings, well if you feel lost and lonely and don't know where to go, while I write this. I think of someone else singing this...

You're whatever kinda gem you wanna be, my best friend wrote at the end of his email. The email had nothing to do with gemology. And the...

When we give advice, we hope others will listen. Rarely do we take our own words of wisdom and put them to use. And I'm not sure anyone...

At the beginning of 2015, I decided NOT to make a list of resolutions. Though I adore lists, the idea that I had to change who I was to...

This past weekend, I graduated with my Master of Fine Arts degree in Fiction from Southern New Hampshire University. The whole experience...

Bill Konigsberg’s new novel The Porcupine of Truth, is the meeting point between all the heart and sentiment David Leviathan has to offer...