Thumbs

We all have flaws. I am a flawed being, and, though I consider myself relatively good at admitting to and aspiring to mend my flaws, there are some I cannot change because they are a part of me. I am, of course, talking about my thumbs. I am the unfortunate bearer of what some may... Continue Reading →

Get To Know Me

I know, I know - we all detested those ice-breaking "get to know you" games teachers forced us to play at the start of every school year. But, in an effort to connect with fellow #amwriting folks and bloggers, and because I tread the line between crippling insecurity and suppressed egoism, I thought I'd let... Continue Reading →

First Impressions

Despite all the times I've been told how important it is to make a good first impression, I notoriously suck at it. Really, I should say it's a (constant) work in progress, because I am (constantly) working on it. I have a few things working against me from the get go. The first is occasionally crippling... Continue Reading →

Autumn

All seasons have their own unique appeal and their own exclusive perks. My favorite season used to be winter.... until I learned how to drive. After several horrifying and near life-ending experiences navigating snowstorms in my old Subaru and my current Nissan, I no longer hold such favorable opinions of winter. Winter is also mega-depressing,... Continue Reading →

A Few Words

Scrounging up confidence, battling insecurity, and facing internal and external opposition is a day-to-day struggle for some writers. Myself included. And it's not only with writing - it can bleed into other aspects of life, as well. It has been difficult lately to sit down and write and work on queries. Nagging "what ifs?" and... Continue Reading →

Let us go then, you and I…

Though my favorite poet is Walt Whitman, and I own a well-loved edition of Leaves of Grass, he did not pen my favorite poem. That distinction belongs to "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock," written by T.S. Eliot and published in 1915. I'm also a big fan of Old Possum's Book of Practical Cats,... Continue Reading →

When I Left

When I left England, part of me stayed behind. Part of me still rides the train into the city through the early morning haze, and sits at a table by the thatch-roof cottage, sipping tea and admiring the serenity of Richmond Park. Some of me still frolics through the fields of Kew Gardens, the air... Continue Reading →

Were

I don’t think I will ever forget the day I ran the third leg of the 4x1 relay at a track meet in Harrisburg. I remember noticing that the anchor was a little too far ahead for me to hand her the baton. I was so sure we were going to miss the handoff –... Continue Reading →

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