In exciting news, I was recently privileged to have an essay published in Redbook Magazine. I don’t have a link to share yet, but I will come back and update this post as soon as I have one. Redbook likes their magazine to be in full circulation before they start posting free articles. Crazy business people. So feel free to go out and buy one! The bonus there is that you can also read another article they published, entitled “Frosty, Boozy, Easy Treats.” Who’s in?
I have always wanted to be a published writer. I’ve had ideas for years about the stories and essays I wanted to craft, and visions of a computer, a coffee cup, and a killer view as I worked (and made actual money) doing the thing I’ve loved to do for as long as I can remember.
As a kid, I played that board game Life, the one where you pick from five different possible careers, and I swear I thought those five were the only careers in existence. Actor, writer, teacher, lawyer, doctor. I suppose I knew there were also farmers and video store employees out there, but that never seemed like the life for me when I was 8 years old and signing my name all over my white bedroom furniture with a pencil, in hopes that I would one day be famous and the wooden boards would be worth something. I was not yet acquainted with the concept of hubris. Or, apparently, with how pencil erasers work. Read More>