Author/Hero

My mom showed me the newspaper clipping when I was 11 years old. Ann M. Martin was going to be signing books at a local bookstore. THE Ann M. Martin–my Ann M. Martin. She was going to be in MY CITY, just like any other person. All I had to do to meet my hero was show up.

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The Lesser Reported Facts of a Birth Story

I’m a birth story junkie. Admitting this makes me decidedly less-than-cool, but hey, you were bound to find that out sooner or later. I watched The Business of Being Born long before my husband and I started trying to conceive, so I’ve spent the bulk of my twenties with a hefty mistrust of any birth person who dare suggest that a woman bring forth life in anything other than a comfortably heated pool. Ohh, I love a good birth story. Don’t call them contractions, they’re rushes! A woman doesn’t need an epidural–she can just breathe through the pain! I lap up each birth story I came across, practically salivating as I read about the first twinges of labor, the sweet husband who walks with the woman through her contractions, the dreaded transition, the euphoria of the moment when the baby actually appears (bonus points if the husband is the one who catches it!). I couldn’t wait for my own euphoric birth story. Like a truly insufferable twenty something, I scoffed at all who would dare go any way but the “natural” way.

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#bookrec

“Read, read, read, read. Read everything–trash, classics, good and bad, and see how they do it. Just like a carpenter who works as an apprentice and studies the master. Read! You’ll absorb it. Then write. If it’s good, you’ll find out. If it’s not, throw it out the window.”–William Faulkner

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Well hello!

Welcome to my corner of the internet. Like any good host, I feel I should give you a very brief “behind the scenes” tour, featuring the sights of the writing world I inhabit IRL (in real life, for those of you who aren’t as hip as me. Edit: *as hip as I.*) Here goes!

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