Dear Blog Family
If there’s one thing to say about our cult, we’re loyal. Most of the visitors to these parts are feed subscribers – so I can’t really bluff about when I’m here and not here. Continue reading
My husband pawned his wedding ring for $275 two months after I gave it to him. He drank the money and fell asleep on Avenue B. When he came home the next day, he lied about everything. He lied about where the ring was. He lied about the drinking.
He lied. Again.
I tenderly removed my ring and tucked it in the silk-lined box I saved after purchasing the set I couldn’t afford. The money he took from a grey-eyed woman with sweaty hands was nowhere near what I paid. What I’m still paying back.
A week after it occurs, I realize I can no longer keep a piece of jewelry that bears no meaning. My therapist says my fear of rejection is what caused it all.
“You are too forgiving,” she said brushing wispy bangs from her face. “You’re the most forgiving person I know.”
I came to New York City to fade into the streets after I lost my soul mate in Australia because of a fatal accident. People always tell you that accidents happen. They leave out the statistics of people who actual survive them.
My Soul Mate is an unfortunate statistic. I am starting to understand that I am too. That he and I always have been. It’s part of who we are. Continue reading
Namaste blog tribe
I have been absent for a record period. I apologize. I have been writing around the clock. And eating butter popcorn jelly bellies.
I am obsessed with butter popcorn jelly bellies.
I digress… Continue reading
I’ve been reading all weekend. In fact, I’ve barely left bed.
I’ve been reading best-seller type things. Books that miraculously turn into trilogies and films.
Apparently, the “secret” to winning the Writer game is to compose an average piece of work that you can pitch to everyone and their mother. Then Warner Brothers or Miramax give you money… so I’m learning.
So I read a few books that are topping lists around the world. It was fun. It kind of made me feel like I was in High School doing reading assignments.
Coming out the back of the exercise, I’ve been organizing different files into pieces of book and tallying word counts. Lord how I love telling stories. I’ve got quite a few weaving together.