Kiss This Goodbye…or Too Many Titles, Too Little Relevance
“Lord! I wonder what fool it was that first invented kissing.” Jonathan Swift After over a month of blog
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Category: writing
Fairy Kisses and Nonsense…or My Attempt at Writing for Children, Part III
The third and final part of what I’ve written so far. I’ll be updating this particular tale less frequently, but
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Fairy Kisses and Nonsense…or My Attempt at Writing for Children, Part II
So here is the second part of what I’ve written thus far. Enjoy. Once Upon a Raindrop, Part II
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Fairy Kisses and Nonsense…or My Attempt at Writing for Children
In Book Publishing Overview, we had to follow the creation of a book from initial manuscript to its publication. We
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Kisses in a Bottle
I sat at my desk by the printers of MIT Press and looked up at a cardboard blowup of one
Technokiss: An Interview with Maren Jinnett of Wired
In my magazine publishing overview course we were asked to interview a professional in the publishing industry. This is my
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A Kiss of Inspiration or Things to Do When You’re Hungry
So my friend Amanda and I have started attending these inspirational lunches. When I say attend, what I mean is
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A Kiss to Keep Me Motivated
Summer creeps near; I can feel laziness breathing down my neck. Huff, huff, huff. A siren’s call, promises of trips
Kiss Me Goodnight or…I am Woman, hear me snore
“The worst thing in the world is to try to sleep and not to.” F. Scott Fitzgerald Sleepless in Boston
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Kissing in the Rain
I feel a little lost, a little little, like a plastic army man or a bee. I whisper “shit” under