The first time I can remember my writing being called 'good' was in second grade, when I wrote a short story about a little bird who hurt its wing. Since then, my passion for writing has only grown, and I feel comfortable writing in all sorts of formats and for a myriad of purposes. I have extensive experience as an editor, and currently serve on the editing staff of one of my university's undergraduate journals. All aspects of writing fascinate me, from the mechanics of grammar and punctuation, to the creativity of content and vocabulary, and the simple pleasure that comes from figuring out how to convey a unique voice and style. Helium has provided me with an opportunity to not only practice my writing and share it with the world, but to see how my writing has improved over the years.
My areas of expertise, drawn from personal experience and study, are:
Fundraising
Special needs/Disabilities issues
"Going Green" and the environment
History
New Jersey
My passion is ...
Reading. I've been known to occasionally hole up in my room and read for an entire day without breaks for food or emptying-of-the-bladder.
I know too much about ...
Ebola. It used to keep me awake at night, terrified.
My parents always told me ...
They loved me, and I could be anything I wanted to be.
My childhood ambition ...
To be an archaologist and astronomer. At the same time, probably.
My favorite memory ...
Anything to do with my daddy.
Why I write ...
It calms me, it organizes my thoughts, and it gives me a deep sense of satisfaction when I can arrange words exactly the way I want them to be.
What I am reading/watching/listening to ...
I'm currently in the middle of reading the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, and am considering rereading on of my favorite Terry Pratchett books.
My first job ...
I tutored a 6th grader for five bucks a week. My first real paid job, though, was telefundraising for my university.
My best moment ...
Whenver I am proving people wrong or defying expectations.
My inspiration ...
Nature, music, my favorite books, the night sky.
This issue is very close to my heart. When I was 9, my father was diagnosed with kidney failure, and had to go on dialysis. It was grueling for him. It sapped most of his energy, and I watched my dad slowly get more and more tired as the weeks, months, and years progressed. About a year after he started dialysis, I read an article in a magazine about a girl who donated one of her kidneys to her father. I was ecstatic! I knew we had the same blood type, so I rushed to my parents and informed them that I would give daddy one of my kidneys. They smiled and told me I was too young, and my kidn...
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