Today’s blog challenge prompt is Mother.
I don’t want to write about my mother. This blog is too full of introspective navel-gazing emotionally incontient posts as it is. 250 more words
You would be hard pressed to find anyone, especially among our fellow lovers of horror stories and tales of terror, who doesn’t know who Edgar Allan Poe was. 553 more words
People often ask me about writing. Why? Well, because I am a writer. I’ve learned that people who aren’t writers have this great misconception of what a writer is. 800 more words
It was an afternoon in mid-October. The rain had fallen most of the morning so when I arrived at the wet slippery steps of the Main Branch of the New York Public Library on 5th Ave., the scattered metal tables were mostly empty and wet. 559 more words
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Arianna Huffington’s newest endeavor is based on a simple premise: a happy, rested worker is a better worker. And she says she’s got the numbers to prove it.