![]() ![]() People often ask if I’ve always wanted to be a writer. I don’t know where I’ll end up, but I’ll keep you posted. I like to think that home is where your heart and soul, your dog, your laptop, your highest heels, and your most treasured books are.Īs an adult, I’ve lived in lots of cities, too: Chicago, New York City, Washington, D.C., Jacksonville (again), Athens, Georgia, and Avignon, France. ![]() ![]() My family moved a lot when I was young, though, and I’ve called lots of cities home: Atlanta, Georgia Raleigh, North Carolina Alexandria, Virginia Wayne, Pennsylvania and last, but not least, Jacksonville. I call it home, since I braved seventh through twelfth grades there (I think this is the part where I give a shout out to Episcopal High School). So that means you’re stuck reading the traditional kind of bio. And I think I was absent on haiku day in English class. Here’s the problem: I’m not from Nantucket. Or maybe even a haiku (as in, Desperate writer/pens a terrible bio/really bad idea). Like a limerick (as in, There once was a girl from Nantucket/Who wrote a bad bio, then chucked it). Since most bios are beyond boring and slightly narcissistic, I was hoping to find a creative yet humble way to make myself sound more exciting than I actually am. ![]()
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