Happy after Halloween morning!
Last night naturally did not disappoint, we were up down and everywhere in swirls of costumes decorating the streets of the city. It felt good to feel good… to be out and about and happy.
I haven’t really stopped thinking about my experience on Friday or how it’s literally changed how I had been feeling as of late. All I feel like doing is working on my book. It’s amazing to see work come to completion. For me though, finishing a piece just makes me excited about what’s coming next. Continue reading
Happy Halloween everyone! Some of you already know, today is my day. My birthday is the only day I like better than Halloween.
My day started with spiral glasses, bunny ears, dressing the puppies like a shark and piggles – and hitting the street.
This all occurred prior to 8am… Continue reading
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
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