Growing up, I always thought I would be a writer. I loved writing. I loved reading. I loved reading so much as an adolescent that I spent an entire week in the backseat during a family road trip consuming novel after novel. I read seven books that week and missed the Northern California coast, the state of
So five years into my clinical psychology PhD program (and nearly done!), I think, “Man, I should give it shot, at least write something” (not APA Style, of course).
How I ended up in a PhD program? I don’t know. I remember graduating from the
So I applied to graduate school. Mistake? Some days I think so. Other days I don’t. I think I will really decide after its official and those letters are behind my name. I do know that I am too tired to do it again if I had the chance. And I actively try to talk people into more useful careers such as accounting, engineering, and public health.
Today, I’m going to try to balance both. Finish my dissertation (speaking of, I should get back to that…) and start writing to see what comes out.


I remember that trip. We have lots of pictures of you crying....
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