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Featured Writer of the Week: Meet Molly Golden

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By Molly Golden

Featured Writer of the Week: Meet Molly Golden www.herviewfromhome.com

Q: Tell me a little about yourself.

A: I live in the beautiful Black Hills of South Dakota. I’ve been married for two and a half years to my soul mate, David. In addition to writing, I love yoga, reading, long baths, red lipstick, wine, art museums, live music, autumn and pumpkin spice lattes. Yeah, I’m that girl who’s always wearing yoga pants and toting around a PSL.

Q: When did you start blogging and why?

A: I’ve been blogging since 2014. Before that, I wrote for the Yahoo! Contributor Network. When that shut down, I needed another outlet to share my thoughts, feelings and lifestyle articles.

Q: What are some of your favorite sites on the ‘net?

A: OMG, I’m addicted to online shopping! I think an Amazon package arrives at my front door on a daily basis. I also like shopping on ModCloth, Mint Julep Boutique, and Target.com. Other than that, I’m addicted to Facebook and I’m a news junkie, so I check CNN.com regularly.

Q: What does a typical day look like for you?

A: I am a night owl, so I’m usually up late writing. Then I sleep in until about 10, pour a cup of coffee, and get back to work on my freelance writing/public relations projects. I’ll work straight through until 3 or 4 p.m., then get cleaned up for yoga class, followed by dinner with my husband. After dinner, I work some more. I love having the flexibility to set my own schedule.

Q: What advice do you have for someone who wants to blog or share her/his story?

A: My advice for writers is to first start a blog of your own, where you can write anything you want to share. Second, I’d definitely recommend that lifestyle writers consider submitting their work to Her View From Home. It’s not only an excellent website, but the community of writers behind the site is supportive and caring.

Q: What story are you most proud of?

A: I’m most proud of my recent story “I Lost More than a Dad, I Lost a Best Friend.” Dealing with my father’s death a few weeks ago has been the toughest time of my life, but sharing my story with Her View From Home readers feels therapeutic.

Q: How can people follow you?

A: They can read my blog, Golden Femme, at mollygolden.net. I’m on Facebook at www.facebook.com/goldenfemme and on Twitter @GoldenGirlMolly. Thanks for reading!

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Molly Golden

Molly Golden is a wife, an idealist, and a beauty product junkie living in Rapid City, SD. She’s also a freelance writer and marketing consultant. She loves traveling (but hates flying), yoga, indie music, fine art, new age spirituality, aromatherapy baths, pedicures, massages, dark chocolate, and dry red wine. Oh, she also reads fashion magazines like they’re going out of style!

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