Occasionally I like to share my musing via my blog on medium.com. Here's an archive of past posts for your enjoyment!
In this post, an East Coast liberal struggles with her inner bitchy flibbertigibbet to overcome her irrational dislike of unconventional names. The other day read an article in the New York Times that mentioned a young boy named "Xzayvior." I found this name mind-boggling.
For many years, I wanted to be a writer. For many years, I tried to be a writer. For many years, I waited for someone else to confirm for me that I was in fact a writer because I did not feel like a writer.