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I was a speaker at BLOGHER ’13!
Salon LGBTQ was FABULOUS!
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Tag Archives: write on edge
Precipice, the literary anthology published by the Write on Edge Community, is finally here! You can click HERE to buy an e-book version on Amazon.com. I’m both nervous and excited. *You should also be aware that my piece may be … Continue reading
Angela is an editor at Write on Edge, a creative writing community, and a contributing writer at Just.Be.Enough., a site built to help find personal empowerment. She blogs at Tread Softly where she expresses her passion for writing and captures … Continue reading
If you give a blogger a dirty beach… She’ll ask for a trash bag. If you give her a trash bag, She’ll collect all the garbage she can. And then she’ll vlog about it. Only her phone sucks … Continue reading
Today’s Writing Prompt at Fadra’s place: What feels overwhelming to you right now and how are you coping? I’m overwhelmed that the twins are out of school and I’ve lost control over them lately. It’s two against one and … Continue reading
Today please welcome Jackie Cross, who writes over at With Just a Bit of Magic. You can find just about anything there from recipes to pictures and fiction. She is a wife, mom to four kids, … Continue reading
I’m into taking risks lately. Desperately trying to stretch myself, force myself–even with little things–each and every day. I submitted a piece for Write on Edge. I love the writing community there, and I slid my entry for Precipice in just … Continue reading
St. Patrick’s Day weekend, 1992. I was 16. We lived on the parade route so tons of people were at our house. Sandwiches, chips, green petits fours, doberge from Gambino’s Bakery, and ice chests full of beer and soft drinks were crammed into our kitchen. People were … Continue reading
I was at my friend’s thirteenth birthday party, wearing a brand new UNITS outfit, complete with stockings, matching flats, and as much makeup as Mom allowed (lip gloss and eye shadow). The room was dark and Phil Collins crooned “Groovy Kind of Love” loudly from the stereo. Plastered … Continue reading