A Writer's Wrath

While writing these posts I began to realize just how many people influenced me as a reader and writer.   To my Mom, you taught me my ABC’s and my…

For me reading over one of my essays is a form of torture. The amount of effort it takes to get the words into sentences and eventually into paragraphs is…

It was that classroom poster. No different than any other classroom poster. It hung just above the chalkboard in Ms. Rich’s English III Honors class. A classroom that was frightening…

By now you have probably gathered that I am quite the procrastinator. Just last week I left myself a mere twelve hours to complete an eight page paper. You would…

Moving from elementary school to middle school and eventually on to high school my approach to writing did not change much, if at all. I would wait until the last…

Alright, I’ll admit it, I was a pre-teen nightmare, and if you ask my mom she’ll say I am still a nightmare but that is beside the point. Allow me…

As the first born on both sides of the family I must admit that I received more praise than the average child growing up. My parents and grandparents devoted hours…