I remember my teen years as one where I was quite the rebel. I dressed as if I was channeling…
Tag: childhood
I’m not a rebel–that’s too glamorous a title for me. I’m more of a common brat. The moment I hear…
It all started with the buffalo overalls. My mom thought they were the most adorable thing an eight-year-old could wear…
The fateful call came in the most modern form possible: as an email. Who knew four words could cause so…
You know you’re a workaholic when “lunch” sounds like an unnecessary indulgence. Lunch? You mean that food I inhale, some…
I read a lot. Actually this is an understatement. I read a whole lot. If I don’t have a book…
You’re probably figuring out by now that fourth grade was quite an eventful year for me. Full of hope and…
Reading Harriet the Spy by Louise Fitzhugh turned me into a writer. Eleven-year-old Harriet M. Welsch (the M her own…
Ask me to think of my favorite childhood book and my mind comes up with Blubber. Then I think of…
I can’t write about my true first love. I fear legal action. Suffice it to say it was messy and…