Since cracking off this web-ville in 2009, I’ve seen (and written about) a lot going down.
I’ve also had the privilege to watch a collection of my fellow wordsmiths get the bindings they’ve been chasing, with their name printed across, scattered around bookshelves all over the place.
That, to me, is very special. Self-publishing gave me the same tingles as I observed strangers plucking up my pages to indulge in my poetry. It meant a lot to me, as a Writer and as a human creature in general. Continue reading
With Halloween a week away, I spent the weekend watching scary movies in the theatre; wearing orange articles of clothing; and eating caramel apples. There was also dancing, a lot of food – and three of my favorite people. Continue reading
There has been summer weather in New York City all week. And while I realize the need to grieve our environment – it’s helped my mood.
Oddly enough… last night… for the first time, ever:
I went ice skating in Rockefeller Center. One of my friends came through to work on cheering me up.
Sometimes, I can be very lucky. Continue reading
Trauma is a strange beast. No matter how much you pat her in your lap to keep her calm, you know sooner or later, with one quick neck whip – she bites you, again.
Everyone on Earth experiences trauma to a certain degree. I feel like anyone who disagrees with that might be still in some type of denial period.
Matters of the heart are among my top traumatizing periods. Like now, for example. Continue reading
So, I started this webpage as a wife of nine years and have spun more boys through the past five than I can count. It’s usually terribly boring, and, until recently – I didn’t take any of it to heart, really.
However, there have been one or two times when a man in my life finds out about FollowMeToNYC. This is fine and everything, but not after we stop talking.
If I know someone personally, and we stop talking, and the person continues to come around here to see what’s popping – I classify them as a creep.
Go away. Continue reading