I could call this post, “How I worked up the nerve to finally move exactly where I wanted to live.” Another apt title would be, …

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Writer and Historian
I could call this post, “How I worked up the nerve to finally move exactly where I wanted to live.” Another apt title would be, …
Joy. That’s what was missing. I’d gone over draft after draft, completed both major and minor revisions. This is part of any writing process, to …
This is something a little different from my usual style and content. I originally wrote this for a more literary-style context and not as a …
Disclaimer: While this post is mainly geared toward grad students, there are points in here that I think are important for everyone to remember, and …
Beep-beep-beep-beep. The streetcar door was closing, its little red light flashing. Rain was starting to come down harder. The woman ran toward the door, feet …
After a transatlantic flight, I have one first order of business, and one only: Coffee. (The second, if I’m landing in the UK, is to …
True to my own personal mission to stop and appreciate the small, often unexpected things in life while everything is go-go-go, today I’d like to …
Mountains, music, craft beer, eclectic food, and free spirits. Let me just start with this: if you haven’t been to Asheville before, I highly, highly …
When I was about eleven, one of my best friends told me that she was a vegetarian. She didn’t eat meat, and she made sure …
For me, it’s always about the cafés when I travel someplace new or am looking for a new haunt near home. Parks, bookstores, maybe a …