“Why would you ever use that as your profile picture?”
There wasn’t even a trace of sarcasm or concern in her question. It was pure horror. I might as well have been climbing up her chair trying to eat her brain.
“What do you mean? It isn’t a bad picture. I like it.”
We were discussing my choice to use the picture to the left out of all of the beautiful photos from the shoot Melissa Mullen did during my last visit home as my avatar on multiple social profiles.
“You have so many other pictures that look so much better. You aren’t making some weird stupid face.”Continue reading
How did you become a writer? How do I become a writer? How do I become a better writer?
Over the course of my 10+ years as a freelance writer, I’ve heard all these questions and a dozen variations on them. As soon as someone finds out that I spend my time sitting in cafes, sipping cappuccino, tortoise-rimmed glasses on, pouring myself into articles and stories, laughing aloud at the brilliant and witty prose I just created, they immediately want to know how they too can live such an illustrious life.Continue reading
Click – Click. Click – Click.
As I wandered along the sidewalk by the moat of Chiang Mai’s Old City, I was consumed by a thought.
A delicious memory that brought a goofy grin to my face and wiped my brain slate clean. Completely lost in my mind and unaware of my surroundings I could easily have been walking on a sidewalk in Maine or Seminyak. I’m lucky I didn’t walk out into traffic or directly into another wanderer.
Yet the Click – Click. Click – Click. It brought me back.Continue reading