Why do I write? Why do I do this day after day? Another question: why do I read? That's easy. I read because I love learning. I love a good story. Plus, books can give an escape from life. But reading is easy and enjoyable. Writing is difficult. So why do I do it? It’s... Continue Reading →
"I like journaling a lot." "I write a blog." "I'm an aspiring writer." "I'm a penniless, unpublished writer." And then. Finally... "I'm a writer." Said out loud. Without modifiers to weaken it. In the privacy of my own home. To my then 10-year-old son. A small step of confidence, but confidence nonetheless. I’ve already written... Continue Reading →
Do you remember the Magic Eye pictures? Those colorful, grainy optical illusions were everywhere in the mid-1990s. I was in 11th grade, and the art teacher had a Magic Eye book in the art room, propped up on a table. (This was the same art teacher who told me I was “too left-brained to do... Continue Reading →
There must be a corner of hell that is all burpees, all the time. That’s how awful burpees are. They belong to the realm of torture. Yet twice a week you can find me sweating through combos of running, jumping, planks, squats, crunches, lifting weights, and yes – even those hellish burpees. Some time ago,... Continue Reading →
Sarah McInnes 