My first published article appeared in The Lawrence, my high school’s weekly newspaper back in 1990 when I wore my Elsa Peretti heart necklace every day and a signet ring (I know very pretentious considering I didn’t have a family crest.) My brother was the editor-in-chief of the paper, and he didn’t care about nepotism when he gave me the title of senior writer. He did care about padding my college applications with extra curricular activities and he was (and still is) a good brother.
Some would say I’ve come a long way since I put my own spin on the faculty profiles section of the old high school paper. Others might disagree. It’s up for debate. I’ve had my work published in a whole host of publications including The Huffington Post, Glamour.com, Parenting, Scary Mommy, Kveller, Metropolis, and more.
I love writing personal essays, and I really love it when an essay takes me somewhere I never thought initially possible. I’m also interesting in exploring how a seemingly small thing or story (like an accessory) is really about so much more than that. I feel lucky to have worked with some great editors, who over the years have taught me so much about word choice, cutting superfluous phrases (still have trouble with that) and asking the right questions. My brother, by the way, is still a very good editor and proofreader-in-chief.