There are two stories that stand out for me in my childhood memories. In the first, I’m in 6th grade, standing off to the side while the new girl, surrounded by the most popular girls in my class, decided who was cool enough to hang out with her, and who wasn’t. We all played the … Continue reading Dethroning the 6th grade queen of the playground
I’ve spent a lot of energy lamenting my failure as an author. I shouldn’t even write this. No successful author ever admits this.
Everyone in the world can sing. Not everyone can sing well, but everyone has the ability to move their voice up and down in some way, even adding words to go with the melody. Singing isn’t really something new. And yet, only a select few of us will ever sing for another human being. It’s … Continue reading Writing naked.