The Home Of Martha J Allard

I love fountain pens. I love watching the shimmer of the words as the ink dries in the wake of the nib across the page. I love the stains...

I was having a conversation last week, or it could have been the last month-who remembers what even time is anymore, right? What were we...

I know, I know. I promised the sequel to Speak My Name at the beginning of this month. I mean, I wasn't worried. It was half written,...

Yesterday was the very first day that I felt October. I mean really felt it tapping on my shoulder. I know it's almost November, but I've...