You Should Be Proud to Be a Writer

The company dinner. You put on some nice party clothes and head off for an evening of small talk, catered food, and obligatory I-don’t-know-what-else-to-do-with-myself-so-I’ll-have-another drinks. As the spouse, I’m often the recipient of small smiles and quick topic changes after the “what do you do?” question. “Freelancer writer and editor” seems to be a conversation… Continue reading You Should Be Proud to Be a Writer

The Only One Who Stopped Was a Homeless Man

I was slumped over the steering wheel, trying to catch my breath and calm my nerves, when he knocked on the driver’s side window. “Girl,” he said, “Are you okay? I saw what happened and I just had to come see if you were okay.” It was 7 a.m. I’d just left that morning’s predawn workout in downtown… Continue reading The Only One Who Stopped Was a Homeless Man