I’ve never liked the phrase “hopeless romantic.” That means romance is a hopeless task. Shouldn’t it be “hopeful romantic” instead? Why is love, and the desire for it, considered hopeless? As Richard Bach once said, “Our soulmate is the one who makes life come to life.” Why is that hopeless? Shouldn’t we all be hopeful about love?
Michelle Cushing is the author of the novels "From a Vine," "Faith Orion's Field," and "Rosabelle, believe," all released by Mulberry Bark Publishing. In addition to her literary work, she co-produced two films that went to the Cannes Film Festival: "Scars at the Spook House," which was narrated by "Edward Scissorhands'" screenwriter Caroline Thompson, and "Room 731," which starred Tim Kang (CBS' "The Mentalist"), Yoo Jung Kim ("Moon Embracing the Sun"), and Nikki Soohoo ("The Lovely Bones"). She has written for various production companies, including two feature films for Honora Productions and a video game for City Morph Studio. She graduated with honors from the University of Arkansas with a degree in journalism. Her articles have appeared on Yahoo News and in various other publications. She is the sister of writer Christie XT Cushing ("The Mask of Aubrey Clover") and a cousin of late actor Peter Cushing.