I know. It’s Valentines Day weekend. The sex should be amazing, that is if you’re having any, but what if you’re not? What if you see something that triggers some awful memories?
I recently expanded my social media network and joined the Twittersphere. I resisted it for years. Then my writing coach suggested I join because “Twitter has an amazing writing community, you’ll find a shit-ton of support there.” She was right.
Being back in New Hampshire has been a mixed bag emotionally. I love the mountains, lakes, the small—but very significant—11 miles of Atlantic Ocean coastline, the fattening comfort food (we won’t talk about the weight I’ve gained being back in my home state), and goddamn do I love all the friggin’ trees—Autumn foliage or not. What I don’t like are… Read More
Between getting my memoir formatted, the front, back cover, and spine situated and ready for publishing, writing my memoir’s sequel, blogging, working, and keeping my sanity afloat, I read. I don’t read nearly as much as I’d like but when I do, I’m picky; and I don’t continue reading books that don’t grab my attention right away. Life’s too short… Read More
October 26th I woke with a major hangover. Like bad. I hadn’t felt this hungover since the last time I drank; which was on my stepdaughter’s birthday in June.
I haven’t had a drink in over 145 days. During my last alcohol-induced hangover, I puked once the husband and I got home. I had a tooth filling scheduled for the next day, and while sitting in the dentist’s chair—mouth gaping open, hoping to Beelzebub I didn’t puke all over the dentist—I realized I never wanted to feel that again.
I’m an INFJ. I’ve taken the test ad nauseum and that’s the type I’m pinned with; which is totally fine with me. The percentages of J and P do ebb and flow a bit, depending on the day, mood and circumstance. However! The letters remain, regardless of percentage.