On the third anniversary of the day I published my first story, I’d like to thank my friends and followers for all the wonderful support you have given me. In so many ways, this third year has been just as significant as the first. Yes, it was during that first year that I finally had the courage to call myself a writer, but it was in this second and third year that I have become confident and committed. I try to write every day, whether for publication or not, and my next story is never far from my next thought. Like a photographer who sees the world through her lens, I now see my world through my words.
On this anniversary of my first story on Medium, I’d like to briefly retell my story, the story of someone looking for something more in life, something to satisfy and challenge me at the same time. I didn’t expect it to be this. After graduating from college with a major in sociology and a minor in theater arts, I took all kinds of jobs and attended other learning institutions to try to figure things out. Nothing ever felt right. When I married and my first child was born, I stayed home and still felt there was something missing. I wrote a play just for fun and only showed it to my closest friends and family. I thought it was amusing and showed a side of life that was interesting, but I was so critical of my own work. I was certain that most people would not relate to my humor and my observations of human nature, so I stored it away.
It wasn’t until a Facebook friend, a blog writer, encouraged me to write a story on December 23, 2015 that I followed through and published it on Medium. I honestly thought I was going to write just that one story and feel satisfied. But somehow through that one I was hooked, so I kept writing and then writing some more.
And to have met someone on Medium, someone who writes, someone who reads, and best of all someone who co-authors with me so seamlessly. We are writers in love. So thank you to all of my friends and followers for encouraging me. Because of you, I can now confidently introduce myself as a writer. Thank you,
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My Favorite Stories
This Hallway, This Door
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Sex, Lies, and Deli Sandwiches
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Smile for the Camera, Sweetie!
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A Solitary Woman
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A Kiss is Just a Kiss
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On a Hot Summer Night I Lost My Husband to The Lakers
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My Facebook Friend
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“Have You Been Fooling Around with the Boys?”
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Today I Learned I Ended a Human Life*
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I Was This Girl
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My Father was a Narcissist
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