I was a freshman (no, I’m not going to say first-year, how insecure do modern educators think young women are, anyway?) in college, taking a speech class. I hated the
I was a freshman (no, I’m not going to say first-year, how insecure do modern educators think young women are, anyway?) in college, taking a speech class. I hated the
My bolt came in bits, and the storm gathered for sometime before it struck. I started as an art major, convinced that I would be able to translate my limited
It was a long line of units with orange roofs and steel roll-up doors, sitting on the edge of town with a large sign boasting discount rates. The space between
I admit it, for my first 31 days post, I’m phoning it in with a piece I’d already written earlier this fall. But somebody I trust liked it, and it
I mentioned that I’m doing daily writing prompts this fall, using the gifts of a super-talented editor-friend and the book Old Friend from Far Away. Since so many bloggers (starting
This weekend was bright and warm, an extension of summer. Today dawned cool and misty, and Adam and I stepped outside our front door for a “have a good day,
I’ve been challenged to participate in a memoir-writing exercise, and as you all well know, I love writing prompts so of course I said yes. Of course, these are not
Hello beautiful friends. You are beautiful, you know that, right? It’s been a while since we last talked (as my Better Half reminded me last night, it’s been more than
Adam and I have been swimming several times a week this summer (in keeping with my manifesto, huzzah!) and it’s been really wonderful for me. Swimming laps is one of
This week at the Corner Booth we are talking about good music, and there’s really no better music than those that can be spoofed and danced to, amirite? Let’s kick