My Binge Watching Leads to Binge Writing
I'm the most undisciplined writer. I always have been.
I'm the most undisciplined writer. I always have been.
This is someone who knows better. She is a trained word-wielder.
And that’s because change always provides a bit of uprising. Emotional uprising, cultural uprising, geographical uprising.
His mother, the heroine of the randomly assorted photo story and the consistent member of most images, aged before my eyes.
My mom (NOT pictured here) was a seamstress. Maybe that’s too fancy a word: simply, she sewed. She made curtains and culottes, quilts and embroidery and all my costumes. She made suits and ready-to-wear fashion for herself and did prom dresses and wedding gowns for me and my cousins. She did not always know how…
Recently I was afforded the opportunity to write about Andy Tillman for someone else. I love having pitches accepted–it’s been awhile since I worked like a freelancer. All that is here is true, however, so please enjoy the gentle persuasion and if you want to know more about worms or cycling or any of it……
I’ve been spending my summer doing something extraordinary. It’s something I once, long ago, set out to do and it is also something I’ve always wanted to do. It’s worth noting those things can be different, but not in this case. It’s not that I necessarily always wanted to act in a Renaissance Faire, more…