What I Write on Random Tuesdays

I’ve got nothin’. It’s not that I don’t want to provide you with humiliating tales about my children or a ghost story or, I don’t know… something more than what I’m about to give you, but I can’t. I’m gearing up for the first residency of my master’s program. From July 8th through July 18th I will immersed in readings, workshops and classes and all at a location away from home. Yes, that’s right. I’ll be completing my residency on the gorgeous coast of Maine. Right about now you’re probably saying to yourself, Uh…doesn’t she live in Maine? Yes, I do and I’ll only be about a half an hour from my house. Nonetheless, I won’t be home and I have so much work to do before July 8th. Despite the fact that I’ll be working really hard, I can’t help but kind of look forward to ten full days away from children. Does that sound awful?

Let me put it this way, before children I had a career and now I don’t. Sure, that career wasn’t my dream but it was stimulating. There were grown ups there and while it’s true that some acted like children, I still sometimes miss getting in my car and driving down 684 into White Plains and entering the corporate headquarters of Starwood Hotels and Resorts Worldwide, Inc. Yes, I actually said that, I miss it. The company cafe served things like bagels with smoked salmon and, for lunch, soft shell crabs. Thanks to vendor contracts with Starbucks, the coffee was free and, at that mid-afternoon witching hour – the one where you want to crawl under your desk and take a snooze – a man came around with a cart filled with drinks and candy and other delicious snacks aimed at pumping us full of caffeine and sugar to push us through ’til quitting time. You knew he was coming because someone (usually me) announced his arrival by yelling, “SNACK CART!” I loved watching all those people do the prairie dog from their cubicles. The image still cracks me up.

I miss the travel and the employee ‘Hot Rate’ that provided us with discounted rates at Starwood Hotels around the world. Everyone traveled. People would stand around the proverbial water cooler on Mondays and talk about who jetted to where over the weekend. Cheap flights out of Newark and that Hot Rate were the biggest perk of all. Thanks to that job, I dressed in my beautiful clothes purchased during post-work shopping sprees at The Westchester and in Manhattan. My feet were wrapped in the finest of shoes and my hair was always perfectly highlighted and cut. I even enjoyed monthly facials. The world was my oyster. Actually, I like Oscar Wilde’s version of that quote, “The world was my oyster but I used the wrong fork.” I did use the wrong fork. My job ended up being a casualty after I divorced my ex-life and ran away. I don’t regret the run, but I have at times, missed the Heavenly Bed by Westin.

So the long-winded point that I am attempting to make is that I didn’t love my old job, but I did love the perks and glamour that came with it. Working in the legal department of a hotel company was about as far from my dream of writing as I could have strayed. So last winter I applied to Stonecoast at the University of Southern Maine. I sent in my writing samples, transcripts and recommendations and half expected to be declined. I wasn’t. Step one toward making my dream come true has been completed.

The funny thing about going to graduate school to earn a master’s of fine arts in creative writing is that a lot of people have opinions. There were the people who asked why I was “bothering when I already have a kick ass blog” or the people who politely tried to suggest that perhaps a master’s in something more practical would make sense, thus allowing me to write on the side. Then there those who seemed reluctantly supportive, wrapping their encouragement in thinly veiled negativity. I was stopped in my tracks by a few of those people. I wondered why in the world my goal to fulfill a lifelong dream was so bothersome. Was it that they didn’t think I could do it? Did they think I wasn’t talented enough? Did they think that I didn’t deserve to follow the path I veered from all those years ago? Then I mentally gave them the finger and moved on. I’m a grown-up and I applied with the full support and encouragement of my amazing husband. Thanks to his confidence in me, I’m going to earn that master’s degree in creative writing. I’m going to do what I love and isn’t that what life should be about?

So on that note faithful readers, I leave you with this delicious summer salad recipe. Before I got all wordy and self-righteous back there, my plan was to post a picture and some ingredients before I hit the beach with the kids. Instead, you got an earful plus a healthy and scrumptious salad…because that’s how No. 7 rolls.


3 english cucumbers halved and thinly sliced

1 pint of blueberries

salt & pepper to taste

white balsamic vinaigrette (I use Olde Cap Cod brand)

3 tbs fresh mint leaves, sliced into a chiffonade

1 cup crumbled feta cheese

1. combine the blueberries and cucumbers in a bowl and season with salt and pepper.

2. add the white balsamic vinaigrette, mint and feta and gently toss to combine.


  1. That salad looks amazing! And absolutely perfect for summer 🙂 I think your residency sounds so nice, I would kill for some cooler weather up there right now along the coast. Hope you are having a nice Tuesday!

  2. I would love that salad, please! Extra seat for one guest? 😉

  3. As you’ve mentioned school and residency lately, I had wondered what you were studying for. AMAZING that you are going for creative writing! You are Living The Dream!

  4. 10 days away to devote to writing? Sounds like heaven. I admire your going after your MFA . .. I’ve thought about it many times and have determined it doesn’t really make sense for my life, at least not now. Even if you miss the glamor of the life left behind, I hope following your writerly dreams brings you even more excitement than the snack man!

    P.S. That salad looks amazing. I think you took all my favorite things and turned it into a salad. Yum, yum!

  5. I grew up wanting to be a journalist, but even my mentor said to major in something “more practical” so I can definitely relate-but your residency sounds fun! Congrats on getting your MFA-you’re so talented and definitely deserve it 🙂

    PS That salad looks delish! I’m saving the recipe for my next bbq!

  6. Look- you blogged even when you didn’t want to and it was kick ass and so was the recipe. You are a rock star.

    I have all the ingredients for that salad except the cucumbers and the blueberries and the feta cheese….so I guess I’ll have to wait 😉

  7. OK Kelli ~ I have nothing but absolute CONFIDENCE that you will excel, nay, DEMOLISH your dream! (That’s a good “demolish.”) You are certainly talented, wayyy more than qualified, and there is no doubt you will be more successful than even you have dared to dream. You are SUCH an excellent writer!!!!!

    If there is one bit of wisdom that I hope my children will hang onto, and hopefully you’ll like hearing it too, it’s this – Naysayers come out of the woodwork when we are really, truly onto something.

    You’ve struck gold and people who only wish they could will tell you it’s pyrite. Don’t listen! So glad you didn’t!!!!!!! Best of luck, God be with you, and I know you’re gonna kick some serious literary butt. ;D

  8. You already know where I stand in your dream. I’m living vicariously through you, anticipating all you will achieve, doing what you love. It’s your calling, Kelli!

    Having been talked-out of too many things in my own life, I applaud, and support, anyone who spits into the wind and goes after what they want. Those naysayers are part of life’s equation, people who are incapable of meeting new challenges, choosing instead to stagnate in some corner.

    I’m dayum proud of ya kiddo!!!

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