A Gay Scottish Writer Living In America
Callie B. Scott
No matter how good a beverage may be for the body and mind, if it tastes like like dissolved gummy bears, I’m not going to drink it. Fortunately, that wasn’t the case here.
It was like a hallelujah moment when I saw this green box on the top shelf. Kettle corn. 100 calories. Twelve bags per box. On sale.
I’ve heard of Passover all my life, knowing that it was a Jewish holiday surrounding The Exodus. Admittingly, that wasContinue Reading
Shira and I have been in a long-distance relationship since December 2018. We were friends first and now our relationship is thriving.
I wonder if there was ever a time when a writer blamed their procrastination on not having the best lightweightContinue Reading
I’m not particularly comfortable with the concept that my post title suggests. That being, that one can decide to become an author. It feels more akin to something that resides within you from birth. Indeed, this applies to me.
Three distinct stories, of 50, 100, or 200 words, using the prompt word: March.
You’ve probably heard at least once in your life that the Great Wall of China is the only man-made objectContinue Reading
After deciding to pursue immigration to the United States with an NIW, you’ll have to decide whether you will hireContinue Reading
As discussed in my earlier post, an NIW is an advantageous method for qualified individuals to start the process towardContinue Reading