Reflections on Writing, Traveling, and Food
I was fortunate . . . for a while, but now, I guess you could say I’m of an age where I’ve begun to go to more funerals. Beyond losing one much-loved cousin—barely out of her twenties—to breast cancer, I hadn’t really lost anyone close to me. But soon, death, a snowball, became an avalanche.
Much has happened since last we met, oh say, almost two years ago! I’ll blame a larger percentage of my blogging derailment on a career change. I was finally, after years of applying, give an opportunity to teach college English which turned out to be all-consuming. As of January 1st, however, I was offered a
I always wanted a blog. I was the geeky teenager that was forever writing stories and poetry; worse, I had the stuff published in the high school literary magazine and exposed everyone else to my silly, dramatically overblown, teen ramblings. At the time, I thought these pieces were noteworthy literature (they weren’t!!!), regardless, I enjoyed