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Back in 2015, I sat at a dead-end desk job tracing all the misadventures that lead me to formatting endless Excel spreadsheets in a windowless hallway. Despite my best efforts to feel inspired by tech-driven data, my brain short-circuited within five minutes of tabulating totals. So, I started a book blog.
In 2016, my four-year-old daughter painted my nails red and blue, and I cast my ballot for the first woman president of the United States. I was certain my neighbors recognized what I already had: Donald Trump was dangerous, deranged, and would hurt us all.
But I was wrong.
Every year on my birthday, I buy myself two Boston Creme donuts and devour them with a gluttonous indulgence. First, I lick off the chocolate icing. Yes, it gets all over my face. Then, I nibble the naked donut around the edges until there’s only a thin layer of pastry between me and the cream. Finally, I inhale the donut in no more than three bites, audibly moaning when I finally taste the gooey inside.
Published on Medium: Long-term love is the non-judgmental caring and support that lingers until you are healed. After our short attention spans have moved on, long-term love steps up without a timeline for grief and says, “I am here for you until you don’t need my help anymore.”
Published on Medium: Yesterday, I read a news update from my state’s governor. He’s making changes: changes to how we address the pandemic, changes to how we train our police, changes to how we respond to protests. I think these are needed changes because the status quo isn’t working.
Published on Medium: After a rough day, a meltdown, or a tantrum over a splattered scoop of strawberry ice cream, I take my daughter’s hands and remind her that she has an amazing superpower: at any moment, she can choose to change.
There’s no way around this: you’re a bad writer, but that’s okay because I’m a bad writer too. A bad writer is not the same as an untalented writer. Below are five tips I gave a friend of mine the other night at 2 am (it’s always 2 am).
Published on Where Writers Win: A quick checklist for writers looking to live dangerously and forgo an editor. Is your manuscript ready?
Published on APF: I wrote a member story for the APF about my experience living with HCP; I hope my story can show others with chronic illness they are not alone.
So, why write a book if you aren’t guaranteed anyone will even read it? What is the point of pouring hours, months, even years into a story that might never sell a copy?
I love to revisit the childhood classics that have shaped my writing and my life. But I wasn’t prepared for how different Narnia felt when I wandered through the wardrobe holding my daughter’s hand.
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