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Real Simple Magazine's Essay Contest

6/25/2013

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Real Simple has announced the topic of their next essay contest!

"What’s the bravest thing you’ve ever done?

Maybe, in the course of your life, you’ve had an Erin Brockovich [an unfortunate choice of words, considering her recent arrest for "drunk boating"] moment: say, the time you stood up to a bully in second grade, or the day you ended a long-standing friendship that had turned toxic. Or maybe your acts of courage have been less dramatic but no less powerful: moving  to a new country. Daring to fall in love a second time around. Leaving a settled career to embark on a risky new venture. Whatever your story, share it with us."

I noticed this year they didn't include the trip to New York to meet the editors. I hope I wasn't the one who kicked the last nail in on that one (I had a wonderful time - super impressive, accomplished women who were incredibly friendly but I'm sure it's a big deal to take a few hours out of their day). I do feel a little sad for next year's winner that they won't have that very memorable experience. But hey, $3,000 is pretty sweet.

Sitting down and writing my essay was the best thing I did in all of 2012. I encourage you to submit your own story. I'm proof that anyone can win.

Good luck!!!


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The Nomad

6/20/2013

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I returned to my tiny English village yesterday after nine days in the States. I went in search of a tiny slice of summer and that was exactly what I got. Time with my niece and sister in New York, time with my parents in DC. It was a nearly perfect visit. With the exception of two things. 
On Saturday I went to a community event on the lake where I grew up. I was cornered by a mother of a friend that I knew as a child. We haven't spoken in a decade, at least. She stood uncomfortably close to me and started screaming into my face, hammering me with questions. Perhaps she's losing her hearing, but it felt like social ineptness more than anything else.
"WHERE ARE YOU NOW?"
"England, for the summer."
"YOU'RE A NOMAD! YOU HAVE NO HOME!"
I don't know how she went from spending the summer in England to not having a home. 
"WHAT DO YOU DO ALL DAY??" (Not: what do you do all day, but what do you do all day.)
"I've been writing."
"HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!"
Seriously. She then made some comments about my quitting singing and that I lived in my parent's basement. My parents don't have a basement. But I did leave New York last fall after 13 years because my father was seriously ill. She knows that. 
Clearly, she's been talking to someone about my life and seems to be taking a little glee in what she perceives to be my failures. I call myself a nomad, and proudly. I love traveling the world with Oliver. I consider myself fortunate that I could be there for my parents when they needed me. But I suppose it makes some people feel a little better when they frame my life in pity. It was one of the reasons I was loathe to tell anyone I had cancer.
So here is the downside to life as a nomad. Yesterday as I waiting in line for immigration I had a horrible feeling I was going to get grilled. Because they always grill me, even in America. I must look like someone on some horrible watch list because it never fails. I used to have this very beat up and completely full passport that nearly got me chucked in jail a few times (most notably in Mexico) but I've since had that replaced. Thought it would help.
It didn't. Yesterday was something straight out of Law and Order, only the man was English and unfailingly "polite" but still letting me know I was clearly considered a raging criminal. One of his big sticking points was that I didn't have a "physical" ticket for my return flight. Never mind that those no longer exist. 
I got flagged. Flagged! Not for overstaying my visa, because I'm not an idiot, but for TRAVELING TOO MUCH. What a prick. There is, of course, nothing illegal about traveling, but I they are now keeping an eye on me or something. Great. They're probably reading this right now. 
I came home to an unheard of 79 degree, sunny day in East Sussex. I  brought home a tiny extra slice of summer. I may be a nomad, but for now, I love calling this little corner of the world home. 



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