I never thought that my best friends would have been objects instead of people, but here we are. I liked to smoke. I loved to smoke. My favorite time of the day was early morning, with cup of coffee in hand, pack of cigarettes on the table, and an hour to leisurely peruse Facebook and … Continue reading Losing my best friends and it’s great
a gauze of memory wraps my day in a warm cocoon when it gets too shitty outside to keep putting up with shit I remember how the sun coming through the oak leaves made bright splashes on the grass and how they would disappear like magic when clouds floated by I remember the oozing mud … Continue reading April showers
The sound woke me. Cracks and booms echoed through my bedroom. I bolted upright, my heart pounding. I slowly became aware of another presence and that panicked me. I turned on the light and noticed a body standing at the foot of my bed. "Behold. Your creation." I rubbed my eyes. Damnit there was another … Continue reading New book draft 2
'She is a lesbian.' I put down my pen and leaned back. Time for a drink. The curtains waved with a vengeance. Smoky, moist, pluff mud breezes had been blowing all evening. From the street below, a tinkle of glass and laughter wafted up to the window. The outline was finished and that glass of Johnny … Continue reading New book draft
I like both platforms. Really, I do. Facebook was fun when I first joined. It was exciting to be able to reconnect with old friends and stay in touch with family. I could have long chats for hours, catching up with everyone, liking their posts, feeling as if I am a part of their lives. … Continue reading Twitter is a psycho girlfriend; Facebook is the spouse in a dead marriage
Today, I put my second baby on Kindle. "21 Ways to Improve Your Life" . It is a quick read that comes straight from me, no chaser, no footnotes, no quotes. I have a sometimes rude sense of humor and that shines through. I've decided that from now on, I am going to be intentional … Continue reading New Book Published!
I heard from someone on facebook the other day that referenced my high school years and expressed admiration for my confidence as an out lesbian at that time. I was grateful for the interaction and quite taken aback that my abject misery during those years went hidden from everyone. At 17, I felt like one … Continue reading Monday randomness