I live in the suburbs of Birmingham, Alabama with one husband, two of our four kids, a dog, and a cat. Actually, these living arrangements tend to change, as the older kids live here only when necessary, like when we need them to house sit. While the government no longer requires us to feed and shelter them, we haven’t changed the locks. Yet.
After about 16 years of feasting and famining (yes, I made up a word here) in freelance writing, I sensed the recession and looming middle age were pushing me toward something else. Ultimately, I found myself at a crossroads, trying to answer that question you might hear on a life insurance commercial: What sort of job would you want if money didn’t matter? So now I teach college English.
This blog had lain dormant and neglected and sad for several years, but in my tireless efforts to push students toward no-fear writing, I thought it only right to practice what I preach. And that preaching involves writing regularly or maybe irregularly, whether for an audience or otherwise, and not being afraid to put pen to paper or fingers on a keyboard. (You would want your chemistry professor to practice blowing things up, right?)