Summer is over – kids are back in school, at least in the south. In 32 days I will get on a plane, fly to New York City, gather up my cast and head out on tour with Baby Shark (lord help me) I’ll be on the road, I believe until mid-February. I’m aware of ...
Wednesday’s are usually my panic days. It is the day I often wake up and realize that I don’t have a post for Friday. I promised myself on January 1st this year, that I would post something every Friday to my blog, and on most weeks I wake up Wednesday mornings convinced I have no words to ...
As I sat at my usual Starbucks, trying to find the words for this post, I took a minute, sipped my coffee and looked around. The place was packed. Why? It was a Thursday at 11:00, why were all these men here having business meetings? There was a table of six men with blueprints spread ...
One day last week, I was driving past a cemetery when I saw a mail truck turn on its blinker and head into the front entrance. It made me laugh so hard that I followed it. It didn’t even cross my mind that it was delivering mail to the office, no, in my mind, some ...
Yesterday I held my book Frank in my hands, the actual real live book. I say live because this book has taken on a life of its own, it has become a newborn baby and today was delivery day. It’s only the proof copy so you can’t buy it just yet, but when I ...
If we were going to have coffee, I’d tell you it’s July, in the South and we should be sitting by the pool. So we would grab some towels and head to the first floor of my apartment building, where the pool is. It’s a Tuesday afternoon, and all the hipsters that usually take control ...
Last week my husband and I were scheduled to look at a piece of land we were considering buying. We were supposed to meet the realtor at 9:30 am. Now, if you know me, you know when I’m not working I barely get out of bed before 9:30 am, and when I have to, I’m ...
This past month has been a hard month. Not for me so much, but for my daughter. After nine years together and a month before they were to move in together, my daughter’s boyfriend broke up with her. Reason: His version of “It’s not you; it’s me.” So there was some scrambling to find her ...
No one likes change, not even those strange people who will shout it from the mountaintops in their quest to convince the rest of us that they adore change. (I had someone use that word, ADORE). I adore a lot of things, and change is most certainly NOT one of them. Deep down, I believe ...
If you know me well, you know I am intrigued by cemeteries. I will always, almost subconsciously, comment on one when we drive by it and will almost always, beg a family member to walk around one when I find one interesting. Since we moved downtown, I have been asking family members, even those ...
Ok here’s the thing – I’m not usually an angry person, not anymore anyway. Don’t get me wrong single mom Gina was ALWAYS angry and mostly at my ex-husbands but now, hardly ever. That all changed on my grand road trip two weeks ago, you see, I am a very stubborn person, I always have been, ...
This week’s blog post is going to be short and sweet. When I was feeling bad about not having a substantial post this week, I was told, “every post doesn’t have to be an opus”. Summer is here, and this week will consist of a lot of traveling for me. As a matter of fact, as ...
This week has been full of moments of discontent; there was Alabama, there was whatever nonsense was coming out of the White House this week, there was my daughter and her romantic life, this blog post half written for days and then my usual wondering of what’s next. This week I read an article from ...
UGH! Writing is so hard! There are days, not unlike today, where I miss my job as a Paralegal. I knew exactly what to do, I had a stack of files on my desk, with complaints to file, Interrogatories to answer, or letters to transcribe. Things I could do without thinking. All those things I ...
It was Monday, and I plopped myself at my desk in my “office” and told myself I couldn’t leave until I was done editing Frank. My editor had sent over some changes and suggestions, and everything was moving along smoothly until I got to the scene where Sarah, my editor said “Describe this a bit more! ...
CAUTION: this is an overly gushy post about my husband – that guy, right there, in that picture. That’s us when we first met in 1987 and then a few years ago in the bakery. Ok so here’s the thing, last week my post came to me at the very last minute of my self-imposed ...
Some days you just have to scream and let it all out, an actual full-on crazy person scream. Let me explain this statement a little better, but to do that we are going to have to dust off the time machine, climb in and turn the dial back to the years of 1995 – 2004. ...
I know it’s been a while since we’ve sat down and had some coffee, partly because not much has been happening in my life these days, well until last Thursday. With my husband out of town the first part of this week, I loaded my laptop into the car and headed out to a new ...
First: I am overwhelmed by the number of kind comments on last week’s post “What’s Next?” I can’t even begin to thank all of you who took the time to read it and then even more time to send me sweet notes on Facebook, Instagram, and on the blog itself. You give me hope knowing ...
I was sitting at my desk, and if you are a regular reader, you know what I was staring at, that fucking blinking cursor, mocking me with every flash. So I distracted myself from that blank page and flashing cursor, which I was sure it was blinking out in morse code, you are a failure, ...
Most days I’m a passenger on the struggle bus, usually right in the front seat. I don’t get up to let anyone take my place, meaning, I usually don’t let people help me. I struggle with who I am, what I want to be, where I’m going and most recently, getting old. I know those ...
I, once again, found myself sitting at my desk staring at the blinking cursor. This self-imposed deadline of one blog post a week might just kill me. I have said it before, there are no more words in my head. I just sat there for a minute staring at that screen with John Mayer’s ...
International Women’s Day has got me thinking about me and how I got here. I can not take the full credit for the woman I am today. I did a lot of work on myself, and I will give myself credit, but I also have to give some credit to the women who have helped me ...
I doubt my writing ability almost every day and the stack of rejection letters I have for my book, certainly doesn’t help matters, but then again, I also tend to doubt myself about everything. I have never really been a person who is overly confident and almost always, I assume people are going to ...
