deanna hershiser

This week: my second job interview in three months.
The second job I didn’t get. The second time someone said they would have loved to work with me, but another candidate was just that much more qualified.
A tragedy it’s not. I did my best. Times are challenging for everyone.
The saddest moments, also the ones where I [...]

I didn’t plan to get one. Honest. But now I’m glad I stole it that night.
We were enjoying KLSR-TV’s annual Christmas dinner, and the traditional gift steal game began. The first opened gift, promptly snatched by newslady Natasha Chughtai, was a leopard-patterned snuggie.
Those blankets with arms looked kind of nifty on the infomercials. I whispered [...]

The huge knife with gleaming blade stayed put in my grip as always, but my hold on reality took its tumble. Sometimes this happens, probably due to hormones. More likely, it’s the imagination-on-steroids I’ve possessed since birth.
As I worked the knife into the stubborn winter squash’s hull, my wrist weakening with my resolve for baked [...]

Life and challenges go together. Like suffering and creativity, they’re fairly inescapable bedfellows. Things have reminded me this week, days have included moments when I want to shout, “What’s the point?” And then I remember, thankfully, I’m no longer on a quest for purpose.
Not that seeking a purpose is inherently bad. The word has to [...]

Recently I had imagined hearing good news from a New York publication, but that didn’t happen. Today I learned I did sell an article to a North Carolina publication. Such news is fine by me. The story, for BackHome Magazine, will be about our adventures in garter-snake-friendly living.
Driving through town this afternoon I imagined hanging [...]

“The truly creative mind in any field is no more than this: a human creature born abnormally, inhumanly sensitive. To him, a touch is a blow, a sound is a noise, a misfortune is a tragedy, a joy is an ecstasy, a friend is a lover, a lover is a god, and failure is death. [...]

I’ve gotten so used to my whizz-dingy Gmail page that shows the current weather (or at least it’s most times pretty close). There might be clouds, dark ones, covering the “sky” or fluffy white ones hinting at blue behind them. Then there can be raindrops splashing my Inbox, or even once in a great while [...]

What 17-year-old could resist this? I couldn’t.
Yes, we had guys in tight pants back then. Looong hair, too. Just a little twang. And they repented, maybe too late, but they did. Sigh.

Another Monday. House is clean, finally, and even the street’s been swept by our first city leaf pick-up of the season. More golden maple sheddings already dot the blacktop.
I want to know why nothing’s sacred anymore. Rejections keep hitting me on Sundays; three the past month. Oh, right. Email makes [...]

For a while now I’ve been thinking about how writing is problem solving.
Somewhere between four and four-thirty this morning, I think I figured out a major issue.
And yep, I get to do my crazy-woman early writing again. w00t