What happens when you have a day job, a writing career, and an ailing mother you’ve been dealing with for the past four months: What happens when even though you’ve got a house to clean, bills to pay, and groceries to get, you look out the kitchen window and just can’t fucking take it anymore: … More In The Weeds
My co-worker, the same co-worker who announced Michael Jackson’s death to me, came running down the hall and screeched to a stop when she saw me. “Prince died!” That’s what she said, but what I heard was “Prints died.” Her print job died? A stretch, I know. I frowned. “Huh?” “Prince died. Prince, the musician … More A Mental Episode May Have Been Involved in My Reaction to Prince’s Death
There’s this scene in Eat, Pray, Love where the protag buys a crap ton of lingerie and sleepwear just ‘cause. I read that and was like, that sounds like a lot of fun. I want to do that someday. Well, this Saturday, as a reward for all the crying and trauma I’ve been going through … More Elephant Pants and Butterfly Kimonos and Black Lace. Oh, My!
Last month my writer’s group announced that we were doing “LERA Idol” in April. Members who chose to participate would bring the first two pages of their manuscript to be read aloud before a panel of three published authors for critique. I was like “Sweet!” I am working on revisions for my first NaNoWriMo novel … More More Dirty Words, Please
That’s what my therapist called it. The end of that life where your mother is living independently in her own dwelling with her own things. The end of ever again being able to go crash at Mom’s apartment on a Friday night in November when my furnace is shut off for repair, sitting on her couch … More The Long Goodbye