This is part of a series of posts on observations and people I meet in D.C. While based on actual events, it is a creative writing exercise and not 100 percent accurate. They rise and fall in unison, an athletic tribute to the drums and horns blasting 10 feet away. Most are women- tight pants, plain …
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This is part of a new series of blog posts about the strangers I observe and meet in D.C. It's the busiest park in the District. Hundreds of birds roost in the towering trees, swooping down to peck at the Bird Feeder's feet. He's there every morning with his Washington Post and bag of peanuts he …
I've always loved the truth- that shining globe of enlightenment that now fills my journalistic days. I pride myself in my adherence to these principles: never telling a lie, getting the facts right, always willing to take the blame when and if I do get it wrong. My lifelong love affair with truth has led …
Appreciation is an odd feeling. Sometimes we feel it right away, thankful for those around us. Sometimes we ignore it, pretending we don't care. But oftentimes, appreciation is taken for granted. It's easy to assume that those you love the most will always be there. It's easy to think that they'll love you enough to …
I often hear people in my parent's generation talk about how Millennials are sheltered and have everything given to us; loans, education, confidence, expectations of a job in tough times. These generalizations infuriate me. While it's true Millennials are often over-confident, nurtured excessively by their parents and will most likely have careers and jobs that don't even …
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"If you could be anything in the world, what would it be?" " A ballerina," I said at five. "A scientist," I said when I was eight. "A writer," when I was nine. "A fashion designer, a lawyer, a dancer, a journalist." At 22, this question still puzzles me. I always imagined this question was …
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I always wanted to be number one. I wanted the best grades, the best school, the best job and the best clothes. I wanted to prove to the world that I was better than everyone else. Everything I did was to show how perfect I was. Everything I strived for was with the idea that I …
