From the monthly archives:

December 2010

Top 5 Personal Best Moments of 2010

December 30, 2010
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If I had to assign a theme for my life in 2010, I would use “growing up” to describe it. I have done nothing but prove to myself that I can take care of “me” and that I can do whatever I’m determined to do, no matter how scary the uncertain future may seem. I expect nothing but more wonderful moments in 2011 as I continue to teach, work on my book, update this blog, and serve as a marketing coordinator.

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On Being Easy

December 28, 2010
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In their final papers, many of my students admitted that they entered the semester with the notion that Intro. to Creative Writing would lead to an easy A and not require a lot of work. Well, they were surprised by assignments that were rigorous and demanding. Why do students expect creative writing to be so easy?

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Does That Come in Pleather?

December 22, 2010
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I rolled my eyes. Considering this was a Chevy dealership, he wouldn’t be able to show me the car I’ve been dreaming about for years: a charcoal grey BMW 3-series with black leather seats. But this guy was good. He had asked one of his coworkers to pull up a car he thought I’d really like: a charcoal grey Chevy Cruze with black leather seats.

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I’d Rather We Talk about the Weather

December 20, 2010
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Some people talk about the weather to break the ice or because they don’t know what else to say. Small talk involving weather is typically mundane. But during this time of year, I don’t mind talking about the weather. The weather is volatile and rather interesting, more interesting than what most people talk about during the holidays.

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Memories Attached to Material Things

December 15, 2010
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When I was a little girl, my parents gave away my tricycle once I was good enough at bike-riding to ride a “big-girl” bike. Though I should have been happy to graduate from training wheels, I cried hysterically because I couldn’t bear the thought of parting with something that was mine. I still remember how strongly I reacted to the loss.

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