Okay, yes I get it. People were gagging on my happy do gooder prose. Fine. I’ll turn ‘serious’ for a spell. It’s better for my book anyway. I am taking a memoir writing class at The Writer’s Grotto in San Francisco. When you want to get something done (like oh, I don’t know…write a book), the best way to motivate yourself is by paying someone to give you deadlines and
A friend posted, ”If you are not either broke or a millionaire by the time you are 30, you are not trying hard enough.” I deftly commented, “I would argue that if you haven’t fallen in love or written a poem by the time you are 30 then you are trying too hard to be a millionaire.” He responded, “You are right. But I would argue that you should fall
I do not need my calendar to remind me of St. Valentine’s Day. The window displays in every store downtown do it for me. Unlike many people that despise the overweight cupids and heart shaped candy boxes filled with subpar chocolates, I secretly enjoy the holiday spectacle. My eyes light up at the kitschy red wrapped gifts and the set dinner menus with dishes named “Passion Poulet” and “Cake with
Is your only free time on Sunday between 4 and 4.30pm? Do you find “No” a dirty word? Do you stack multiple dinners in one evening so as to see everyone? You may be insane, but you are not alone… photo © 2006 Ruby Ran | more info (via: Wylio) “When can we do dinner?” came the question from someone trying to be patient with me. I glanced at my