With the Coronavirus (a.k.a. COVID-19) taking a pretty massive toll on how we function as a global society, many employers have opted to have their employees work from home. However, for individuals in fields that don't normally have these WFH opportunities or requirements, it can definitely be a difficult transition. I started my professional career … Continue reading How to Work from Home: Tips from a Seasoned Professional
I recently went to Japan. Here are some of the things I learned, noticed, and recommend as a tourist!
The little that I know about my father’s history as a sailor boils down to this: there are things I will never know, and for that I should be grateful. His words, not mine. He seems to think I’m not capable of fully comprehending the things he’s done. Well, perhaps that’s true, but I would … Continue reading Writing Exercise: Storytime
Mediterranian Sea - 1793 (approx.) I often wonder if living humans realize the wealth they have amassed at the bottom of the ocean. None of which was intentional, certainly, or perhaps was made by some kind of madman, but I never cease to be amazed by the items long forgotten (thus dredged up by … Continue reading Writing Exercise: The Sea of Antiquities
Hi all, I am pleased to be holding today’s stop for the Chapter One Events Blog Tour! As some of you may know, Chapter One Events is a nonprofit organization based in Chicago, Illinois, whose goal is to provide resources and a supportive community for young writers all around the world. We have two annual … Continue reading Chapter One Events Blog Tour: Writers & Mental Health
Location Unknown - 1825 (approx.) It would've been so much easier to have been born a boy, but as I watch Curly take a piss over the port side, I am glad I am a woman in every way that counts. If only common courtesy and self-awareness were God-given gifts to every man and … Continue reading Writing Exercise: Bathroom Break
London, England - 1766 (approx.) I tuck a loose curl behind my ear. Mariana, my lady’s maid, will want to pin it to my scalp the moment she sees it, but I like knowing that it’s there; a small piece of me that cannot be restrained. I tug on my kid gloves, hoping the … Continue reading Writing Exercise: A Marriage Meeting