H.M.Stefanec devotes her time to serving immortal truths through the liberation of words. With pulpy poetic prose, she hands you the rawest bite of the last red apple, seeding an orchard of curiosity for the pleasure of your insatiable appetite. Her eclectic glimpse into a wild psyche brings a wistful wordplay of delicious discovery. When not writing, her violin dares to be the apple of her eye.