Why I travel solo

eat, pray, blog?

Sometimes I think I should have turned to screenwriting, rather than blogging as a creative outlet, because I tend to see things in cinematic terms. In my mind, I’m always composing the (improbably cheesy) Lifetime movie based upon, of course, The Life of Amy. Like one morning last spring I was jogging up a hill Read more…

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10 Things I Learned at BlogHer13

I got back late Saturday night after three whirlwind days in Chicago where I saw none of the city, other than the fabulous view outside my hotel window, but did have a front row seat to dozens of amazing and inspiring speakers at BlogHer13. Herewith, a report of what I now know: Sheryl Sandberg isRead more…

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birds of a feather

For many years I did freelance reporting for small local newspapers. I’ve always loved covering an assignment — whether it’s a municipal meeting, community day or a wrestling match — and boiling it down to the most relevant bits and painting the picture for my reader of what transpired. But because I worked as aRead more…

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BlogWho? BlogWhat? Oh, BlogHer!

Apparently, I’m about to take this whole blogging thing a little more seriously. Blogging had always been something I wanted to do, ever since I heard about the whole Web Log trend over a decade ago. “What? Writing and talking about myself  happen to be two of my favorite things! I’d be the perfect blogger!”Read more…

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litter bugs

I am not a magician. I know, this news comes as a surprise to my children as well. They live in a super-excellent world where the knife and cutting board they used to make a sandwich or sticky bowl and spoon leftover from a late-night ice cream snack magically disappear from the sink or counterRead more…

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there will be blood

I didn’t go into parenting with the intention of becoming the breaker of hearts. To be the dasher of young dreams. But it seems it’s a role I am destined to play. Take yesterday for example: I was lying on my bed working Grey Gardens-style — with my laptop, assorted papers, reading glasses and KindleRead more…

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Tradition

I ran out to the CVS in town around dinnertime last week to pick up some graduation cards and on the way home, I drove past the middle school and immediately began to cry. Sloping up the school’s lawn, in front of the big white gazebo and under a perfect June sky, were the familiarRead more…

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