Faye McCray

Love and Light, Faye

One more week until the arrival of my debut novel, Boyfriend! I am so excited, guys! My debut novel, Boyfriend will be available on Kindle March 27, 2015 and will be available in print shortly thereafter (date TBA).  For those of you following my blog from the beginning, you know my journey to traditional publishing…

I’ve been busy, folks! I have two novels, a novella, and a short story set for release this year! The first, Boyfriend, is in the final stages of editing.  It will be available on Amazon Kindle (drumroll, please….) March 27, 2015! Here’s the synopsis: Nate Best enrolls in college in Washington, D.C. to escape a complicated and painful…

So, have I mentioned this summer, I discovered the magic of audiobooks?  I was kind of in a semi-writing funk.  After narrowly making it out of the traditional publishing limbo with my dignity, I needed to take a step back and really reconnect with my love of literature.  My husband is a librarian so I’d…

They kept bringing us water. I don’t remember much about the services following the passing of my brother five years ago but I do remember that they kept bringing us water.  My cousins.  Small paper cups filled with ice cold water from the funeral director’s office.  We sat on the hard pews of the small funeral…

This fall, my best friend gave me four free tickets to Oprah’s The Life You Want Tour in Washington, D.C.  Initially, I was a little wary of the invite.  I consider myself fairy driven and mostly happy.  I didn’t know how much I would benefit from a weekend of self-help clichés and sponsored motivation (I mean,…

He said he loved being black.  His voice was barely a whisper above the soft sound of the tangerine comb gliding its way through his curls.  His brother, my littlest, was fiddling with my contact case, turning it upside down and spinning it against the ball of his fingertips. For a moment, I forgot what I…

Five by Faye McCray   I am in the dirt this Wednesday. My hair is sprouting leaves. My fingers are burrowed and moistening. Mud coats my knees.   I am digging to hear you plainly again I last heard you five years ago I know if I dig deep enough,   I will still hear…

My baby boy is in love. Well, not quite. My four year old has this deeply complicated relationship with another four year old.  She rubbed his back the first day of preschool when he cried in my arms about leaving me for the first time.  Then she gave him a lollipop (and “No’buddy else, Mommy”) just because…

I can’t believe I have let a whole month pass since I’ve reached out! If you follow me on Twitter or Facebook, you know I’m alive.  So, that’s good.  However, I’ve neglected this here writing space for the whole month of September.  I haven’t been hibernating (though forced exile and sleep sounds reaaaally good right…