25 Days of Memories, Day 12

Some stories are hard to tell than others.  It all depends on my mood, really, and how much I’m willing to write.  But everything I’ve read is that writers write, period.  And not because it’s this huge overwhelming passion (though for many, I assume it is), but because they’ve developed the discipline to write.  Discipline … Continue reading

25 Days of Memories, Day 11

Today’s story is a memory from Greenville, South Carolina and it involves a birthday party.  I seem to remember a lot of special occasion stuff from Greenville, which I guess is how the story goes.  When you get older, the tedious memories seem to slip your mind.  That’s my theory, anyway. So Adrienne.  That was … Continue reading