The day I got lucky, 13 years ago
I’ve chosen this lucky day to post my first ever paid-to-be-published piece here, blasting it into cyberspace amidst the dust of comets and stars and words that live forever.
From me to me, listen up!
I am dazed and amazed that she had the foresight to provide me with such hindsight.
Why my Bombeck badge matters
This badge arrived attached to an email announcing that one of my essays now lives on the Erma Bombeck Writers’ Workshop website.
Dancing with words
I go to refill my coffee and see the clock advance, its hands beckoning me to dance.
Identifying the muse at table 12
It is dinner time and the place is packed, mostly with tourists I would guess, drawn in by the sign at the entrance proclaiming “Birthplace of Harry Potter.”