The Hill We Climb by Amanda Gorman Book Review
It isn't often I review a poetry book, but this one feels more like holding a piece of history in your hands. At that same bookstore, where we waxed poetic…
It isn't often I review a poetry book, but this one feels more like holding a piece of history in your hands. At that same bookstore, where we waxed poetic…
When I was in my late twenties, I attempted to get a life insurance policy. They said I was too much of a risk. This is my answer to that…
I was eleven when my grandmother (seated directly behind me) presented a special Christmas gift to my family. She wanted to take everyone to Europe for a 3-week whirlwind tour.…
Last week, in the mail, I received a box. It was a birthday gift from my Dad and what I found inside was priceless. The first on-board to help me…
When I say I started writing young, I mean it. See picture above. My first ever story, I now know, is called micro-fiction, was written at age seven. But, my…
Let. Out. Valentine. Emotion. Smile at the next person who walks by you. Hug, or virtually hug, a loved one. Kiss your mate. Now, practice these 3 things for the…
About two years ago, I took a one-off job writing short English-language texts about U.S. customs. My first assignment was to write about Thanksgiving. Though I've long since learned what…
Dear friends, I'm in the last throes of revisions on a ghostwriting book project, so have had to put most of my regular day-to-day things on the back burner -…
If shops can put out Halloween decorations before the kids are back in school or Labor Day's been celebrated, then I can talk about vampires. Since Anne Rice's Vampire Chronicles,…
On Saturday, a photo of three trees crossed Framed a yellow moon, full and round Our once in a blue moon Today, Sunday, the skies are grey, the blue trying…