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
