The first time I used a typewriter was in the loft of my father's lake house. I was 11. The big, black, heavy Remington was left by the previous owners. The other kids played with the Game Cube, while I typed on the floor next to them. I'm not sure what I wrote on it, but I remember the clack of the keys, the tactility and its weight. I never had the chance to change the ribbon before my mom got rid of it. It took me 16 years to use a typewriter again. The year was 2019. I wa

When I told my friend that I was thinking of starting a blog, they laughed and said, "That's so 2008." I understood that statement. That same thought was the ammunition my inner saboteur had actively been using against me. No one has time to read your blog. Don't waste your time. Will it even be interesting? You don't give your time to anyone else's blog— why should you expect anyone read yours? Why you? —xoxo my inner saboteur The truth is I am a proud, unpublished wr