The Education of Ryan Gregori – Preorder Today

It’s been a long journey, but it’s all come down to this.  Today, I am pleased to announce my debut novel, The Education of Ryan Gregori.  Available in both print and digital, TEORG is a coming of age story about striving to be more than the sum of one’s experiences, while searching for the most elusive type of love: the kind that comes from within.  The Kindle edition is available for preorder today!

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To Be Seen Amongst the Unseeing Millions

Ryan hesitated a moment as he felt the cold metal of the knob press against his palm.  Beyond the glass door he watched the sky—a perfect, dull, uniform grey—and wondered if he should go back downstairs for a jacket.  No, he needed to feel this.  He needed to feel something.  Bracing against the wind that awaited, he opened the door and stepped out of the cupola into the brisk afternoon.

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Irons in the Fire of my Thirty-Third Year

I’ve just completed another trip around the sun.  Sometimes its hard to believe I’ve made that journey thirty-two times already.  Sometimes I’m shocked its only been thirty-two.  Indeed, these last two years I’ve accomplished so much.  Its no wonder I’ve started wishing there were twenty-seven hours in a day.  To briefly reflect, at thirty my husband and I pulled off a wedding and bought a condo.  At thirty-one I finally finished TEORG.  Now thirty-two is here and I am laser-focused at attaining one elusive, crowning achievement—

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Act III or ‘The Victory Lap’

There is a game I like to play in my head.  Its something I do to battle exhaustion at times when it really matters—when I’ve got to keep going just a little bit longer.  Mostly I play when I’m running.  I’ll have put in four grueling miles, sometimes more, and I know I’m a mile from home.  Though I can barely breathe I’ll shout into the little microphone on my earbuds “Hey Siri, play _______.”  If she understands me through my grunts and groans she complies with my request, then I lower my head and think:

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The Price of Salt

Ten days after my twenty-fifth birthday—Thursday, July 18, 2009—I woke up early and headed to work as usual.  I expected it to be just another day in a string of extremely long summer days—I run the aquatics portion of our summer camp and typically my days are thirteen hours long at this time of year.  Being halfway through the season I was understandably exhausted.  I remember throwing my hands in the air sometime around noon and telling my boss I was preemptively taking the following day off.  I needed a break for my mental health.

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