It has been fourteen months since I have written anything on this blog, because I have been consumed with trying to find a literary agent interested enough in my story to consider representing me. As I anticipated, it has been quite a daunting task. I have only sent out forty-one queries during this time.

Grandma- My Mommy and Her Mommy. Grandma- My Mommy and Her Mommy. Returning from a college visit in Connecticut, the fact that Grandpa was directionally challenged brought us to what appeared to be a parade route, with hundreds of people lining the White Plains street where his wrong turn had dumped us. We were stuck, so we pulled onto a side street and returned to the action. What could it be? Could you do it? Would you do it? I think I will suggest to Dad that we try it.

At Rejse er At Leve. What does it mean to live? My Last Two Weeks in Denmark. My last two weeks in Denmark were a whirlwind of school, sightseeing, spending time with my host family and saying goodbyes to my friends and classmates. I then walked out of the arrivals gate, reunited with my family and we headed home as my semester abroad came to an end.