freelance writing

Being a parent has given me the career that I had only previously dreamed of.

In a time where everything was in flux, in transit, I thought leaving would be how I overcame the things I thought were, in fact, turning their backs on me. I wanted to be the one to rip the band-aid off first. As it turns out, that has never been the case and likely never will be.

I’ve never had any serious issues with past roommates, whether they’ve been friends, family, or someone I found on Craigslist or something. I consider myself really lucky in that way; I know there are horror stories out there. But, having lived with my mom for almost a year now, I’ve realized just how much of a burden it can really be.

There comes a point in every writer’s life when their brain just refuses to work.

"No self-respecting journalist or publication would ever hire someone who employs the word 'sh--' as a title for anything."