Category Archives: The Populist’s Soapbox

Signs

In college, there was a patch of lawn on campus surrounded by signs insisting the students keep off the grass. While walking to class one day with a friend of mine (majoring in accounting), he veered to the left, obeying … Continue reading

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Vilify Me

In a book I finished several months ago, I had an epiphany about villains. They don’t think they’re villains. The evil cheerleader who picks on the ugly girl with glasses? She doesn’t think she’s evil. Maybe she’s picking on the … Continue reading

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I think the best; I expect the best.

My father was once the president of the Optimist International Club. Yes, optimists have a club and yes, they’ve really gone international. At the age of thirteen, I came home with a mountain of homework to do and plowed into … Continue reading

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A Curse by Any Other Name

I admit it. I am a cusser. Cleaning up my language has been on my New Year’s resolutions list for the last two decades but has seen little in the way of improvement. My husband doesn’t swear. Never. He makes … Continue reading

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Loving What You Do

Several years ago, I went a long period of no writing. I had a book I was working on–something I was sure my publisher would love, something I knew I’d get good reviews on, but I couldn’t make myself work … Continue reading

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I am a Writer

I watched a movie last year—Eat Pray Love with Julia Roberts. It wasn’t a great movie, but aside from the slow pacing and lack of real plot or character growth—there was a line in there that completely bugged me. To … Continue reading

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