Self-proclaimed professional bon vivant. Middle school Writing teacher. NYC is where I hang my hat. This is what's on my mind.
When it comes to Downton Abbey, you’re either in love with it or you have no idea what it is. I fall into the former category. I cannot get enough of Downton Abbey. I love watching the show, I love chatting about the show with friends, and I love convincing people that they, too, should... Continue Reading →
At the end of a visit with my grandma, just before we’d go our separate ways, she’d shower me with affection and leave me with a few words of wisdom. One of her favorite things to say before parting was “Skriv till mig när du kommer till Liverpool.” This phrase was Swedish for “Write me... Continue Reading →
"We tell ourselves stories in order to live...We look for the sermon in the suicide, for the social or moral lesson in the murder of five. We interpret what we see, select the most workable of multiple choices. We live entirely, especially if we are writers, by the imposition of a narrative line upon disparate images, by the 'ideas'... Continue Reading →
I've never been one for making New Year's Resolutions. I've always operated under the notion that if you want to make a change, then make it already. You don't need to wait for a new year to begin in order to make positive life changes (or any life changes for that matter). In fact, I... Continue Reading →
The holidays always make me feel nostalgic for the days of yore, when things felt simpler and Fisher Price reigned supreme as the creator of all of my favorite things. As Christmas and New Year's roll around, I find myself taking stock in the things I've done and the things I would like to do... Continue Reading →
“Will our tales of digital courtship capture the imaginations of our daughters? Will they be impressed when we tell them about that time the text message was misinterpreted, or how the cute boy re-tweeted our Vampire Weekend reference? Will they care?”--Charlotte Alter, "Guns, Ammo, Romance?" Published November 17th in the New York Times. When I was... Continue Reading →
As many of you know, I’ve been hounding away at my NaNoWriMo novel and I’ve been sharing my progress in a series of posts in the books section of the Huffington Post. Some of you have been asking if I will let you read the story when it is done (and I will), but I... Continue Reading →
It's that time of year again. Time for NaNoWrimo. For those of you that don't know about NaNoWrimo (and didn't read last year's blog post about it), it is a "contest" where participants spend the month of November writing at 50,000 word novel. The focus of writing a novel in such a short period of... Continue Reading →
Recently, I came across an interesting blog called Letters of Note. The premise of the blog is simple--each post is a letter deemed worthy of a larger audience than just the initial recipient. I found the blog through a tweet mentioning a post with a letter written by Charles Bukowski on censorship. Naturally, I couldn't resist as... Continue Reading →
"Wisconsin. That's in Michigan, right?" Once, on my family's annual family vacation to New Hampshire, a kid asked me where I was from. I of course responded with, Wisconsin. Without skipping a beat, he responded, that's in Michigan, right? I never forgot the disgust I felt that someone my age (11) had no idea where... Continue Reading →
Self-proclaimed professional bon vivant. Teacher by trade. NYC is where I hang my hat. This is what's on my mind.
Self-proclaimed professional bon vivant. Teacher by trade. NYC is where I hang my hat. This is what's on my mind.
Self-proclaimed professional bon vivant. Teacher by trade. NYC is where I hang my hat. This is what's on my mind.
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