When I was about fifteen years old, during a visit with his family at Christmas time, my dad told me that the shirt I was wearing made me look like I worked in a gas station. He then proceeded to lecture me about the importance of "dressing for success." (The shirt, by the way, was … Continue reading The Gas Station Motif — A recurring life theme
So...it's over! The 3 year journey that took me through grad school: three universities, three programs, one degree -- that actually sounds worse than it really is, and someday I'll share the whole story with you, but not today. I'll end up with either a 3.88 or a 3.89 GPA depending on whether I made … Continue reading The Only Thing Stopping You Is YOU!
There's something very anti-climactic and almost sad about the end of a course--especially a short summer course. I put all that time and effort into reading and thinking and writing and reading some more and thinking some more and writing some more. And, then, just like that...poof. It's over. I put the books on my … Continue reading The Lull
I started writing stories when I was 10 years old--probably before that, actually, but that's as early as I can remember. I did most of my growing up in a small town in East Texas where there wasn't a whole lot to do, so my sister and I learned to use our imaginations early on. … Continue reading Sometimes We Must Be Forced to Follow Our Dreams (I Am a Writer, Part I)