I know that a good story requires build-up before a big reveal, but I’ve never had the patience for that. While everyone else is sitting through the rising action, I’m screaming “GET TO THE CLIMAX,” which doesn’t always fly in the middle of a movie theater or wedding ceremony or bris. And so, breaking all…
Let’s talk about my first social outing after my father died, which will probably make you feel better about yourself. Actually, most of my life will probably make you feel better about yourself. I’m basically a walking answer to the age-old question, “What happens when we raise a child on television and pixie sticks and…
The thing about time is that it moves on, even if you aren’t ready to. My father died last week. While I remain stuck, trying to grasp that fact, the days keep passing. I still hadn’t processed the statement “My father died today” or “My father died yesterday” before the clock had rendered them obsolete.…
The most common question I get from women who found out I’ve been to Turkey is this: What did you wear? The answer is pretty much exactly what I wear in the states: jeans (ones that manage to be too big everywhere except for the thighs, which are too tight) t-shirts (note: most of…
I wrote a book. It’s nearly 300 pages long, so every English teacher I ever had can seriously go suck it because I HAVE MET ALL THE MINIMUM WORD COUNT REQUIREMENTS. (Just kidding, English teachers. You made me who I am.) And it’s now available for pre-order on Amazon, BarnesandNoble.com, and Indiebound. Real, reputable websites…
The question, after the election of Trump and his appointment of White Supremacists who are gleefully endorsed by the KKK is, simply, Now what? This is a difficult question to answer if you’re an artist (and I use the term very, very loosely, and sometimes precede it with “sandwich,” so that it applies to me).…
This is a political post. If you are about to tell me that you don’t read my blog to hear my thoughts on politics, then … well, honestly, I’ll find that sort of confusing. This blog has always been more of a reflection of myself and my life than a travel blog, anyway. This blog…
I’ve learned a funny thing about books. Even when I think I’m done with one, I’m not. This is true, I’ve found, of both the books I’ve read and the book I’ve written. A paragraph will haunt me. I’ll go back and dissect every word and comma, trying to understand the alchemy behind them, if there is…
I’m going to tell you right now: when I visited the Alhambra, I took a lot of photos. Like, a whole lot of them.
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