I think I was around twelve when I decided that doing a backflip off the high dive would conquer my fear of leaping from the platform. Such a tactic was new for me as I am not impetuous and tend to shirk confrontation, but off the edge I leapt. It was hours before the red
I have never found myself in a position where I couldn’t write something down. Ideas float away so quickly, I’ve taken great pains and spent a great deal of money to ensure I am able to pin them down somehow. I have a lovely little HP laptop at home and a Chromebook I carry everywhere.
I took to heart all the advice of favorite authors and journalists and ditched the “New Year’s resolutions”, at least the terminology anyway. Instead, I chose goals and life changes for the upcoming year. Many of my life changes are, I’m sure, like so many of yours—be grateful, slow down and smell the roses, try
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I find myself longing, daydreaming for extra minutes just to have more time to write . . .
Over the course of my lifetime I have, on many occasions, been guilty of sticking one of my size sevens in my mouth. C’mon, be honest we’ve all been there. It usually happens when I become riled up over some socially sensitive subject and find out too late that the person I am with is
Recently, I wrote an article about some of the students I work with. I tutor writing and English at the local state college, and since I love the work, I was inspired to reflect my feelings on paper. When it was published, I proudly emailed it to my supervisors. Both of them took time out
I am a lousy conversationalist. Really, I am. This assessment is often difficult for my friends to accept since I am a people person and can strike up a conversation with anyone; so, make no mistake, no one is safe from my own personal brand of social lunacy. Neighbors, coworkers, even unsuspecting passersby are all