The Art of the Rant

My favorite past time is constructing passionate monologues aimed toward people in my life. Sometimes they’re positive, like showing my true feelings for someone or expressing gratitude, but my real specialty is a blunt, degrading, insult-ridden attack that leaves the people in my mind dumbfounded. Unfortunately, real life people “have opinions” and their “own point […]

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An “Expat” Thanksgiving

I’m a foodie and a homebody–which is my way of saying “I’m lazy and I eat too much.” So it’s safe to say Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday. Watching bad Macy’s Parade performances, feasting on food I only pretended to help cook (out of concern for the well-being of everyone involved,) and spending the day […]

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Obligatory Post-Paris Reflection

There are instances that your life pivots around. As I’m sitting in Paris at one of Hemingway’s favorite spots, Les Deux Magots, I’m reminded of his influence on my love and understanding of literature and writing. Hills Like White Elephants challenged everything I ever knew about storytelling and was the catalyst for my obsession with […]

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Quit Being a Bummer

We all have those few things we don’t like about ourselves.  It could be your hair or your smile.  You might think you’re too tall or too short.  Maybe you can’t stand the sound of your own laugh.  You’re the only one who notices these things, but they drive you insane. I have a few […]

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My Manhattan

My first trip to New York City is coming to a close.  I’m writing this from JFK while I wait for the flight to take me back south. Manhattan is a marvel.  There’s a new culture and experience on every street.  I was lucky enough to be able to see Wicked, the New York Philharmonic […]

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A New Start

Dec. 22, 2012, is a date that many believed they would never see.  I always figured the Mayans were a little off, but I had my reservations.  No one knows the day or the time, so why couldn’t Dec. 21 be the end?  I’m glad it wasn’t, but it could have been. I asked myself […]

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