Train Dreams

woman looking out of train window

I remember the feeling of liberation when I finally received my driver’s license at the age of sixteen. There is something special about the freedom to get behind the wheel and go anywhere one wants. I soon found that this freedom had a great deal of responsibility: insurance, registration, maintenance, among other aspects. Perhaps the […]

Do WE Own Our Possessions Or Do They Own Us?

man shopping for shirts

Flaunting and accumulating wealth has become as important as the pleasure we derive from the product itself.  The United States has often been billed as a classless society, but for a land supposedly devoid of the aristocratic titles and social divisions of the British Empire we escaped, we have pursued social stratification in other aspects […]

The Emergence of an Author Part 4

Becoming an author is hard, no matter the route you take. The publishing industry can be so maddening to deal with that it makes you want to scream. Being a person who admits to it when someone asks: “Are you a writer?”  and your reply is affirmative, is a huge step in itself. Even when […]

The Emergence of an Author Part 3

cover of Poets and Writers

When I first started to get into writing seriously in 2007, I discovered Writer’s Digest. Then I picked up a copy of The Writer and also Poets & Writers. I soon realized that reading back issues was just about as useful as reading current ones. I scoured the local library, reading years of past issues. […]

The Emergence of an Author Part 2

I knew I wanted to write professionally, but I was socially conditioned to believe that I’d be destined to fall into the category of starving artist: I was forced to work a number of day jobs.  Yes, I had had a variety of jobs getting through college. During high school, I worked construction and in […]

The Emergence of an Author Part 1

Loren catching a fish

My mother says I was one of those kids who was full of energy.  Somehow I couldn’t just sit still and play quietly for hours. I was either running to the pond for a quick swim or tearing through the house looking for my next adventure. We lived in a big old white house on […]