. . . traveling the rocky patches of the journey to writerhood. Those times when traffic signs are ignored, the GPS is turned off, and you find yourself rolling over broken pavement, intractable mud, or inescapable ruts.
Discovering Yourself in the Archives
Readers leaving thumbprints on the writer's psyche.
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Clueless in Tap Shoes
No better cure for those itchy dancing feet than a little public humiliation.
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Severe Bite Marks
Setting a match to romantic opportunities began in grade school.
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Poor Horseman of the Apocalypse
Guys always think they're better on horseback than reality allows them.
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Opera in My Shorts
All that's left of my brief career at City Opera is a couple of grainy photos and a vivid memory of sharing the stage with Bevery Sills.
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Fire in the Pie Hole
Sometimes the things we learned to do when we were younger, make our peers wonder at our sanity. Or get us invited to some strange parties.
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Great Lit in the Time of Zits
How Victor Hugo reached out from the grave to teach me timeless storytelling and keeping one's ignorance to one's self.
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Halloween in My Head
There is a perfect Halloween in my head. All it takes is a little bit of rayon, a little bit of polystyrene.
