I found a penny on the ground this morning.  A "heads up" penny, actually.  That's the lucky kind, right?  At 38 years old (39 in 11 days), you'd think I might be immune to that kind—or really, any kind—of school-yard superstition.  Turns out I'm not.  Which makes me wonder, what's next?  Hoarding horseshoes or stalking … Continue reading I think I’m over-thinking this querying for a literary agent