Turning 40: Why I Write

At three days away from turning 40 years old, I haven't been published, and yet I continue to write and call myself a writer. I'm not published because I haven't ever submitted anywhere or queried an agent. Sure, I'd like to be published some day, but that's never really been the point for me. The … Continue reading Turning 40: Why I Write

Turning 40: Lists, Part 2

Today's post is a continuation of yesterday's. These lists are more random, while yesterday's were more about who I am as a person. Things I've Quit Because My Ego is Too Big Girl Scouts in second grade because I wasn't voted president 4-H Club in third grade because I wasn't voted president Flute in fourth … Continue reading Turning 40: Lists, Part 2

Turning 40: I Don’t Look 12 Anymore

Twenty-nine and seven one-thousandths. No, that’s not a fraction from the world’s worst third grade math problem. Twenty-nine is an age and seven one-thousandths of an inch is the diameter of an average human hair. When I was twenty-nine, a single, coarse, dark-brown hair sprouted from the underside of my chin. I already had a handful … Continue reading Turning 40: I Don’t Look 12 Anymore

Being Dog’s Best Friend

When I was 21, I spent five months living in India. It was only the second foreign country I had ever been to, and the first was Australia, which didn't really prepare me for what I was about to encounter. The conditions people existed in—both their own physical bodies and the environment around them—were horrific. … Continue reading Being Dog’s Best Friend

Some Love for Boulder

I've said it before and I'll say it again, Boulder is the friendliest place I've ever lived. People of all ages and situations are polite and helpful and always have a smile for you. I've struck up conversations in the most random places with people I wouldn't ordinarily talk to. But why not? Doing so … Continue reading Some Love for Boulder