Our memories are made up of stories–moments in time that are so vivid they forever live within us. When I think about it, it’s kind of amazing, really. One of my most vivid memories of childhood are from the years I was eight and nine, when me and my family lived in Libya, right before Qaddafi kicked the Americans out of his country for good. My first memory of Libya […]
I’m thankful for many things in my life. Today, I’m really really really really glad it was Friday. After a long, hard week at the day job, I’m completely done in. See you tomorrow.
I have never professed nor aspired to be a bibliophile. That’s the husband’s avocation, as our library will attest to. Except for a period of time where my only reading materials outside of school was Reader’s Digest Condensed Books and with a few notable exceptions, I have always been a modern fiction reader. I blame it on school’s incessant need to dissect and eke a learning experience out of anything. […]
I have been working on my novel for the better part of two years, while holding down a challenging full-time day job. A lot of writers have done it or are still doing it. I’m no different from them. This is the reality I live in. What it means, however, is that if I want to write, I have to do it in the evenings, when most people are settled […]
I was looking through some my photos, and ran across these of our two ragdolls. My, what a difference 18 months make. Enjoy.
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