Writing is a gift. It's the kind of gift you open on Christmas morning and realize that assembly is required and that the instructions are in a language that you only have cursory knowledge of. Did I mention that batteries aren't included? But when that gift comes together, and all the pieces click, it's a great gift. It brings you joy. It helps you discover more about yourself. In the best of situations, it may also affect other people. Writing is a gift.
As a proud member of a fly-over state, I find that the writing and rating on Helium connects me with the rest of the world. I've recently committed to making writing a more active part of my life and find that Helium offers me the opportunity to write about things I know as well as learn about new things.
In the non-writing world, I'm a college administrator who is finishing up (yet another) degree. Working with college students keeps me young. Conversely, I can attribute several of my newly hatched gray hairs to the little rascals. But I wouldn't change this life for any other.
My passion is ...
learning
I know too much about ...
the process of self examination.
My parents always told me ...
be honest and be fair.
My childhood ambition ...
to get a big brother or sister. That never really worked out.
My favorite memory ...
standing on a shore in Ontario and making promises.
Why I write ...
I write because these words run around in my head all day long. Putting them down on paper gives them merit.
What I am reading/watching/listening to ...
Under the Banner of Heaven/Twin Peaks on DVD/Brandi Carlisle
My first job ...
working at a dry cleaners
My best moment ...
the one where I realized that I was responsible for life station. And that all of my decisions, good and bad, had brought me to this life that I love so much.
My inspiration ...
people who can get up and run in the morning. How do they do it?
One of the most terrifying things that can occur is waking up one morning and realizing that you are married to the wrong person. This has happened thousands of times the world over. There is nothing particularly special or unique about this horrible revelation. That is, unless you realize that you are not actually married to the wrong person. You are married to the wrong gender. Seven years ago, this was my morning. I had married the nicest guy I could imagine. We were the best of friends. We had a comfortable life that was full of travel and companionship. In marrying him, I knew I was m...
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