My best friend and I have a running joke about my "writing archives" and how I'm leaving it up to her to figure out what to do with them. Don't forget about the Twitter and the blog and the ebooks while you're at it, Bestie.(Or did we decide that the digital stuff was Jessi's job? … Continue reading My "Writing Archives"
Not very long ago, writing buddy Krystal wrote a post with the opening lines of her older writings and they were raw and often hilarious.Recently, as I've been going on a cleaning binge, I piled a lot of writing-related stuff in one place.(Note: should I ever warrant it, those things would probably comprise "my papers.")It's … Continue reading Opening Lines
As a budding history nerd and confirmed bookworm, little Sunflower Michelle read (in this relative order):--a series of paperback (I remember the covers were blue) biographies of historical figures. There was JFK, from boy to man. Abraham Lincoln. Washington. Martin Luther King, Jr. Benjamin Franklin. What the hell was the name of that series anyway? … Continue reading Passing Books On
Half a lifetime ago, I was a fifteen-year-old girl who had just begun her sophomore year of high school and was still not back in the swing of the school year. I was in the car with my mother on the way to school one pleasant, blue-skied Tuesday morning. We were driving on an overpass, … Continue reading 9/11, 15 Years Later
When I was six years old, I climbed a volcano.I should probably explain that. When I was six, my mom and her parents and I took a two-week-long trip to Japan. It was my first time there. Among the many stops we made were to visit my grandfather's family in Shimabara, which is here on … Continue reading The Volcano