I’m just going to let this fly because I’ve been feeling like the biggest writing boob ever. No, wait, don’t feel bad for me, I do this to myself with the best intentions. I want to write and then I get in some kind of writing groove and everything is all sunny and shiny and happy and wow and then *smash* the world stops for just a second and the crack in the fabric of the universe gets bigger. Know what I mean?…Continue
When I was younger, but still an adult, I was obsessed with my body. It didn’t fit right. I had curves, sometimes too many, was never straight and bony and flat like a flapper or those girls with the right clothes and attitudes, the right everything that I wasn’t.
I’d sometimes lie on the floor pushing out sit-up after sit-up...
The holidays are eating me up. The writing updraft of November has stilled into a deep, frozen hold and I feel I’ve nothing to say save for a few spare memories shaved off the sides. The following post is a combination of Throw me Thursday suggestions: Andy Grenia suggested The Velvet Underground, @MandeeSears said, “Missed opportunities”, and my husband said, “Porkchops” that for some reason ended up here. It doesn’t make sense, but it…Continue