I’ve been out of the cult for a total of twenty-four combined years. I left the second time in 2005, so one might think, “it’s been fifteen years since leaving again, lighten up.” I wish I could but something always triggers the panic. Then I realized, that for me, my inner tumult was being stirred by social media.
I have faith that this too shall pass…eventually. And when it does people will remember the kindness, the long-distance smiles, and the clean hand waves.
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