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Carolyn Burns Bass
A longtime journalist for entertainment, travel and lifestyle media, Carolyn has been published in glossy monthlies, daily newspapers and online media, including HuffPost and the Riverside Press-Enterprise. She’s had short fiction published in The Rose & Thorn, Breath & Shadow, and MetroFiction journals. 
As a finalist for the 2013 Eric Hoffer Award, her short story “Sketches Past and Present” appears in the anthology, Best New Writing 2013. Her middle grade biography All About the Bronte Sisters, was published by Blue River Press in December 2020.
From 2009 to 2020 she hosted the popular #LitChat discussion through Twitter, bringing together readers, writers and publishing professionals together for weekly chats about books. Carolyn uses her experience as an editor and journalist to blend words with pictures to tell stories that empower people and promote products through social media, websites, and print.
In addition to writing, Carolyn is a business arts specialist who excels at providing creative solutions for the business of life.
She would like to list prestigious colleges attended and degrees earned, but she restricts her fiction to made-up people.
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As a child growing up in California’s Inland Valley, we could get just about anywhere by freeway in an hour (or so). My stepfather kept our old cars running in tip-top shape for weekending away from the sidewalks of suburbia. When you don’t have the money for tickets to Disneyland or even nosebleed seats at Angel Stadium, you get creative. Back then, gas was cheap.
We took rides in the car just to see what was out there. Sometimes we’d jump into our old International Scout, hop onto I-10, chug over Kellogg Hill and wind up at The Hat, the original sandwich stand in Alhambra where they made the best pastrami dips. My sisters and I would share a Pastrami Dip sandwich and dare each other to eat the hot yellow peppers. Another time my little sister asked my stepfather if freeways went on forever. His response was to load us into the car and head onto Route 91 toward the Beach Cities, merging south on the 55 and following it to the freeway’s end at the beginning of Newport Boulevard in Costa Mesa. The lesson on that trip was that freeways don’t go on forever, but good memories do.
From hair-raising rides up the switchbacks on Mt. Baldy, to picnicking at San Jacinto’s Hurkey Creek, to four-wheeling in the old Scout through Tahquitz Canyon and afoot up the creek to the falls, our weekends were full of adventure. Adventures like these laid the foundation for my love of travel.
I’ve ridden elephants in Thailand, stalked kangaroos in Australia, been serenaded beachside in Puerto Vallarta, pushed a baby carriage across Kintai Bridge in Japan, shopped for bargains in Korea, wandered the misty moors of Wuthering Heights Yorkshire, watched bald eagles soaring over Chesapeake Bay, and have seen places the little girl in me only dreamed about those many freeway trips past. I’ve touched ancient castle walls and I’ve slept in brand new hotel room beds. I am a lover of history and still a proponent of sustainable growth. Freeways are more than a means of travel to me, they’re a metaphor of my life.
Several years ago my husband and I moved from California to North Carolina to be near his elderly parents and my sister whose husband moved her out here with his job ten years ago. While I still have pangs for the California freeway life, I’m adjusting to the meandering two-lane byways here in the South. It’s not about speed here, it’s not about the destination. It’s about the journey. And that’s what life is about.