When I was fourteen, my mom had a milestone birthday. I offered to make her a special birthday dinner. I scanned through her Betty Crocker cookbook and found the perfect meal: Chicken Pot Pie. I didn't love working in the kitchen, and despite my mom's efforts, I preferred to hide in my room and write … Continue reading Until You Try….
Man, what does that title mean? Am I gonna lay down my deepest, darkest fears? Burden you with my low self-esteem issues? Ummm, no thanks. What I am working through, though, is something I feel very insecure about. My writing. Say what now? I received this stamp a few months ago (cool, right?!), yet, I … Continue reading Insecure
There is a trend happening. Social media is being used as a conduit for social justice. A click of the fingertip can bring positive change, but it can also destroy a life. Such intoxicating power. It concerns me. Does it concern you? Power and influence should be more than just a tweet or post away. … Continue reading The Hum
I'll tell you a secret... I sorta pride myself on coming up with original ideas. Whether it be a great birthday gift, or a creative solution to a problem, or even what I wear, I really enjoy using my creative juices to come up with something unique. So with my writing, I'm not really interested … Continue reading Story Ideas
Sometimes I really hate telling people I'm a writer. Why? Because the first thing out of their mouths is, "Are you published?" Which I inevitably have to answer, "Well, no not yet, but important people are interested." Actually, that's not what I say, even though it's true, because I don't like to honk my own … Continue reading Yeah, but are you published?
Sometimes I long to escape. Sometimes I struggle to see the beauty, for the horror that we have to experience in this world. Sometimes it seems so awful, and I want to hide my head under my arm and weep. Perhaps that's why I'm a writer. Because, in a few gliding strokes of my pen, … Continue reading Great Escapes
I remember the first time I heard the album Achtung, Baby. We were on a family road trip and my cousin had the CD playing in his discman (wow, that's a blast from the past). I would hijack it every chance I got, and listen to that album over and over. I'm pretty sure I was extremely … Continue reading Why Bono’s My Boyfriend