That’s right, I write.
Totally creative, but unlikely to go completely rogue, I can write anything, anytime, anywhere. And I swear, I don’t have an ego problem. I take direction well, play nice with others and whine on my own time.
Writing is for writers.
I believe writing should be left mostly to writers. I would never offer to perform an appendectomy simply because I own sharp knives. That’s not to say people shouldn’t continue to express themselves on social media. Dirty laundry is best aired on the Internet.
That's right, I wrote a book.
The task of pinpointing Angela's age was daunting. Was she 30, 50? Gray from skin to spirit…
Orange is really nobody’s color. It doesn’t play-up your assets and it’s neither slimming, nor the first choice for bridesmaid or prom dresses.
Most summers we took a vacation to Myrtle Beach, South Carolina with a bunch of families from our neighborhood.
Some high schoolers coach soccer the summer before senior year, others lifeguard. I knew a few kids who worked as camp counselors ...
I like to think that April is alive, well and running a startup in a hip, gentrified section of some city where it's always sunny.
Guess what? I lost weight ... again. The pounds I had packed on at Penn State—the muscle and the fat—there was no sign of either of them.
Not every book is ballsy enough to have a chapter titled after a Skid Row song, but this one is. While Sebastian Bach wouldn't exactly be ...
When my high school friends from the comfortable suburban bubble that we all called home swung by the psych ward to visit me ...
Lynne resembled a life-size American Girl doll. She would have been cute for a pre-teen, but she was 21.
“Danny” was big. Danny was the kind of big that made people do a double take. Danny was the kind of big for which you had to have special clothes made ...
Though I should have been grateful to be on my way to State College to attend school and play tennis, what I really felt was a sense of entitlement.
This was intake. The nametag-wearing professionals were trying to figure out where I belonged. I secretly wished them luck.
Back in the day The Smiths' enigmatic frontman sang a little ditty that went like this: From the ice-age to the dole-age … there is but one concern ...
Riddle me this: How many Eating Disorder patients does it take to shave one’s legs? One, but she cannot be trusted with a razor ...
Close to my age and on the dangerous side of slim, Erin was tall and naturally attractive.
Know anything about Geographic Cures? Well, my journey from Mt. Lebanon to Happy Valley was my first attempt at one.
Have you ever chugged vodka straight out of the bottle and chased it with Pepsi? I was probably 14, my parents were at the movies ...
I guess I had normal kid thoughts and joys, too. While my overall worldview skewed dark, there were certain events for which I rallied ...
Still not entirely sure if it was a cloak of invisibility or a badge of honor, but I was quite the tennis player! Basically, people knew I was good at something ...
You need a writer, right?
You want smart, compelling copy and I might want to give an assist. Let’s chat. Maybe we won’t even like each other, but what if I was born to write just for you?
You fear change, right?
Hiring someone is a total pain, and taking on new work is stressful, but we are in this together! If it doesn’t work out because you are mean (just kidding), we will both be okay. Eventually.
Have you ever seen an anorexic man? Dressed in a smart cardigan, Tom resembled a human walking stick ...