memoir

  • This Is Jeopardy!

    (Read about the first half of my tape day in my previous post.) I smiled when Ken read the categories for the Jeopardy! round: WATER EVERYWHERE, BESTSELLING FICTION, EAT LIKE A BRIT, MOVIE TITLE ROLES, U.S. FESTIVALS, IT’S FROM THE… Continue reading

    This Is Jeopardy!
  • Is That Your Final Answer?

    Read part one of my Who Wants to Be a Millionaire saga here. “Welcome to Millionaire!” Meredith Vieira said. “At just twenty-three-years-old, today’s contestant grew up on Millionaire and is now living a dream by being here today. From Harrisburg,… Continue reading

    Is That Your Final Answer?
  • On Journals, Part III: Tales of a Teenage Model

    By high school, I had migrated to an online journal. Although it largely served as a platform for my terrible, Sylvia Plath-inspired poetry, my Xanga also recorded the momentous occasions of my life in Harrisburg, Pennsylvania. Perhaps most memorably, I… Continue reading

    On Journals, Part III: Tales of a Teenage Model
  • On Journals, Part I: The Great Book Theft

    I have never been able to keep a journal. Over the years, I have opened the blank pages of books bound in leather, decorated in faux gold leaf, or patterned in the kind of iridescent paisley marketed at teenage girls… Continue reading

    On Journals, Part I: The Great Book Theft