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Category Archives: Show Us Your Roots Guest Posts
Stevie, short for Stephanie, is a self-proclaimed coffee addict, wife, and mother to three fur babies that have taken over her heart and home. A lover of words and yoga, she blogs at Joy … Continue reading
In his own words, Michael Lombardi says: When I’m not defending the streets of Gotham under cover of night, I’m a stay-at-home dad to two dogs and one human. I’m in my early … Continue reading
***I must preface this by saying I’m a terrible person. I’d promised Kim I’d publish her piece a week ago, but I was out of town and I completely spaced. Fortunately, Kim is a doll and very understanding. Nevermind the … Continue reading
From a very young age, even though I then lacked the spiritual understanding to articulate it, I knew that my creative soul was that of a writer. I revelled in the joy of creating worlds with words and … Continue reading
Roots. I never gave them much thought until last summer, when I took my two youngest to our postage-stamp-sized backyard, determined to see dirt instead of the overgrown mess of vine and leaves and weeds and whatever else had taken … Continue reading
When I was home for Thanksgiving last November, I found my old journals. Seven of them, filled from cover to cover, documenting my comings and goings from sixth grade all the way through my junior year of college. I was … Continue reading
The first piece I ever wrote was in high school. It was a short children’s story about Chester the Chipmunk and his perilous journey from a pine tree to a Christmas tree. As reenacted years later in National Lampoon’s Christmas … Continue reading
When I was ten, I had a stroke of luck that represented the first real growth of writer roots for me. My grandparents gave me the manual typewriter I played with at their house. It was a Remington Rand, with … Continue reading