Sometimes I write about memories, and sometimes about scissors or Birkenstocks, or red lipsticks and trash bins, and dresses, and rainy weekends and age, and writing.
Reader. Writer. Coffee addict.
Hi, Phoebe here. I invite you to join me in writing (& rewriting) life in fresh and surprising ways. I write to inspire hope for a more beautiful world. I like to think of each of my posts as a playful portal of possibility. Please enjoy!
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Once upon a time I worked in magazines. Writing about life as an American in Amsterdam.
Pursuing publishing in my 40s, surviving the novel query trenches, and battling procrastination daily. Plus things I read, watch, cook, and love.