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My Journalism Career, Which Never Properly Got Off the Ground and Could Not Provide Health Insurance, Dies at 8
I am feeling particularly dramatic. So it’s time for an obit: I’ve never been in a situation like this before — I’ve never encountered a problem I could not tackle with enough elbow grease. No matter what challenge I’ve faced … Continue reading →
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Tagged as AP Calculus, Bachelorette, basketball, career, elbow grease, England, failure, Good Housekeeping, high school, Huffington Post, internships, J-school, journalism, Martha Stewart Living, Mississippi School for the Deaf, Next Food Network Star, obituary, Plan B, rejection, Stieg Larsson, success, sweater-knitting
Ode to Jonathan on His 30th Birthday
Oh, my beloved Jonathan, you’re one of my favorite people and when you turn 30 it’s a really big deal; but what can I do to honor you and accurately portray how I feel? I wish I could have hopped … Continue reading →
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Covet Thy Neighbor’s Wife? Heck, No! I Covet My Neighbor’s Vacuum.
It seems I have reached a stage in life in which I really want a vacuum. And…I guess it makes sense as I have become increasingly domestic in recent years…but I’m not sure I was expecting *this.* It all started … Continue reading →
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No Candy Thermometer? No Problem!
I went to high school with a girl named Yoshi Nishibara and today is her birthday. I don’t know why mumble-mumble-mumble years after we graduated, I can still remember this. But I can. (The first boy I ever kissed celebrated … Continue reading →
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Avoiding Post-AP English Syndrome, Using Expired Scone Mix, Descending Upon My Proposal Like a Beast, Going Through a Cream Phase…and Still Rooting For Team Melissa
Alright, so, I’ve been getting LOTS of amazing feedback…which, for a writer frequently plagued by self-doubt, is really wonderful to hear (although, folks, don’t be shy! Feel free to comment *right here* so, you know, any future employers/publishers can feel … Continue reading →
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