To my one-star reviewer—it’s a good thing you stopped when you did. There is a lot more in my memoir (aside from just the introduction you couldn’t get past because of the “cussing”) to be offended by, because lots of offensive shit has happened in my life.
TRAIN GONE: Chewing and Digesting or Chewing and Spitting?
What anyone experiences while reading, and digesting, my book (aka me) has hardly anything to do with me. But it has everything to do with their life experiences and every little thing that makes them who they are, and I have about as much control over that as I do the person themselves.
When the Gut Speaks, I Listen
I was days away from hitting the PUBLISH button on my book, for both the print and e-version. I’d talked to everyone I could think of, emailed, and texted anyone who would listen but something just wasn’t right. I couldn’t put my finger on it, something felt off.
Can You Exist Outside the Cult of Social Media?
Do you even exist without a profile? Without followers? Without sharing your every thought and action multiple times a day? Can you be certain you’re growing as a conscious human, aware and in the know about societal issues, if you’re not present? If you’re not posting your values, thoughts, and self-growth, then how can you prove you’re “doing the work?”
I’m Glad I Listened to the Tip-Swaps in My Bag
As soon as Ronnie and I pulled into the driveway, I saw a vehicle with Massachusetts plates. My immediate thought was, fuck.
Till Death Do Us Part…or Something Like That
Till death do us part…Ayup. Marriage is indeed a death sentence. It’s time spent doing all you can to restrain yourself from choking your spouse. I kid, but really… We celebrated eight years this past Tuesday. Even though I joke about murdering him, I still have dreams of losing him to random things like time, space, death, or someone prettier,… Read More