I have two first names, Carrie Neal, and go by both of them.
A few months ago, I quit my "first" career in sales and am currently freelancing, working on my first novel and basically trying to "make it" as a published author! I realized my passion for writing
+ more bio informationDrinking Again They knew she was drinking again. She hid the bottles, of course, but Lila was good at finding them. They were the little kind, the wine bottles you could buy in four-packs at any grocery store. Lila sat on the back stoop, waiting for her to come home. She'd found six bottles this time and wondered where the o...
Hi, I'm "Well-Deserved" My friend M. and I started the night with a drink at her favorite local spot, then moved on to a late dinner at a place near me. After eating, we wandered out the back stairs of our first stop and up to the patio between the adjacent oyster bar and swanky tapas place that occupy one corner of my neigh...
"Too Much Sugar for a Dime" We called her Gam. She was 96 when she died last weekend and she was one of the best people I've ever had the privilege to know. My "other" grandmother, my beloved godmother's mama, she was an institution in our world. A lady, unrivaled in her class, dignity and manners. Clever and with a delightf...
She sat at the kitchen table, stewing in her thoughts and a mounting rage. The particular brand of fury she entertained on this sunny Wednesday afternoon had a palpable, self-indulgent edge to it. The house was silent as it only was when her children were scattered among activities like preschool, mother's day out, or French...
Some might consider me an expert at this! Whether I am in a relationship or not, I love to eat out by myself, and I do it on average four nights a week. And we aren't talking McDonald's here! Here's the thing: I think people, women in particular, need to be able to do the things they truly enjoy whether or not they have anot...
I Wasn't An Idiot at Eighteen But I was one at twenty-eight. And at twenty-nine. And the repercussions, and maybe even some of the idiocy, if I'm completely honest, have seeped into my thirties. You see, I was too adult, too early. What do I mean by that? I was every parent's dream. As a college freshman, just barely eightee...
I can tell you what this woman wants, because she's dating him: The Cowboy. He has a real day job, but he also rides in the rodeo. He grew up small-town Texas, and it's part of everything he does and is. But he's a lot more than a simple stereotype. To me, The Cowboy is one version of The Gentleman. He knows how to work hard...
More Than That "Amy Martin." "Hey. How are you?" "I'm fine. Great! On my way to a lunch, just dropped off this week's articles for my editor. How are you?" "Good. Last weekend was great. First weekend of dove-hunting season and all, you know. And this week, I've just been working and I have this lunch and client meeting tomo...
James scowled. It was just like her, he thought. Always a drama, some kind of crisis at the worst possible moment. He looked at the phone on his desk and the stack of papers that needed his attention before he could get out of the office that night. His scowl deepened. At almost thirty-eight, he was the youngest vice preside...
When Miranda Wore Braces I'm in that Sex And The City episode, was all I could think. The one where Miranda gets braces and Samantha is hired to do a party for a rich thirteen-year-old. My burrito dinner sat largely undisturbed as I listened to conversation unfold at the table next to me. Three pretty teenage girls sat smoki...
Carrie Neal Walden
Member since: May 2007
Articles Written: 18