I have always loved writing but when I was a child, I wanted to be a professional football player. More specifically, a Dallas Cowboy.
Middle age is the perfect time to pursue the dreams you abandoned long ago.
I didn’t think I was that special. I have nothing particular to envy and this young lady had thought enough of me to consider me her spirit animal. It completely blew my mind.
What am I going to do when the kids leave the nest? Here are some great tips on how to figure it all out.
As a writer, I’m always curious about these temporary terms, making me wonder why words seem to populate sentences for a while before they disappear.
When you walk into a room you have less than ten seconds to make a good impression.
Because of my father’s illness, having a job was something my mother always found to be extremely important.
I don’t care what your grammar school teacher told you, if you have lived a life, you can write.
I hated school. I hated every aspect of it. I was bored and uninterested. I wasn’t cool or part of any specific demographic that roamed the…
But poverty still sits in the corner of the room for me, and no matter what success I have attained, I have always feel like I am going to fall off a cliff and end up in the poorhouse once again.