For as long as I can remember, my grandpa has always had a journal close by. I can’t tell you how many notebooks he’s filled up in his (almost) 92 ...
For as long as I can remember, my grandpa has always had a journal close by. I can’t tell you how many notebooks he’s filled up in his (almost) 92 ...
1. Make a sound. Any sound. With your body. Any part. On a consistent basis. Like, tap your foot. Say my name over and over again. Sniff your nose ...
I came to terms with being in my 30s while I was in my late 20s. What can I say? I’m precocious. Now that I’m well into my 30s (by ...
I’m in the process of making changes to my blog. More than cosmetic updates, I’m very seriously considering a major shift in the writing itself. For the first time in ...
May 10, 2013
Hello, Young Person
May 5, 2013
Changing Course
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Her name is Alexia. But that's just how she knows when her mother's mad at her. Everyone calls her Lexi, which means word in Greek. It's no wonder she grew up to become a writer. She was born in Sydney and raised in Athens. She studied in London. Now she lives in Melbourne. She is good at loving cats, wearing red lipstick, and talking French when she's drunk. She's bad at paying attention, paying bills, and being a vegan (damn you, ice-cream). She writes better than she talks, but not as much.
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