I applaud we writers who continue to come back again and again, entering the arena regardless of the rejections. I applaud we who stay to throw our words into the ether.

I forget things. Many things. Like birthdays, that I am loved, writing Thank You notes, and that Icy Hot painfully burns my neck skin. But I have found one strategy that is remarkably effective in helping me remember.

I’m slowly coming to embrace these existential questions as a regular part of my experience, like my heartbeat or breathing air. It’s better this way, to simply accept their daily presence in my life rather than the anguished wrestling I often experience.

Sometimes that extra Nespresso pod is one pod too many.

Learning life lessons in the craziest places.

Getting lost in writing is fun…except when I forget I have to teach in 3 minutes.