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On Golden Land;The Ordinary Life of Nadia Lewis; The Ultimate Cat: A Baby-boomer's Guide to Retirement. French fluent.
Got a family member with mental health challenges? This book is for you. As a child, I had no awareness of my sister's bipolar disorder. After her death, finding a collection of her letters has pieced together the puzzle of our lives.
I'm getting worried about my medical tests on Monday because I've been unable to keep anything down all day, not even liquids. Send me some positive energy.
Everyone out here is writing fantasy, horror or romance. I have managed to meet only 4 others who write contemporary fiction. Is this because real life sucks and we need
pure entertainment?
Got a family member with mental health challenges? This book is for you. As a child, I had no awareness of my sister's bipolar disorder. After her death, finding a collection of her letters has pieced together the puzzle of our lives.
I think it's really interesting that as soon as I posted my blog today admitting that I took medication for anxiety, three subscribers immediately unfollowed me including one close friend ( that hurt).
I guess the world is still biased against any expression of weakness.
I just met 10 new women at a Meetup group and one invited me to a writers group and another invited me to a book club and a third invited me to an art studio crawl so life in my new town is looking up.
It's launch day! My new 3rd book about seven friends living communally and growing pot in New Mexico is now available in paperback, Kindle, Kobo, Nook. Links on my website at
Did you ever notice that after you've been talking about something it suddenly appears in an ad on your phone? I believe our phones are always listening to us. What do you think?
My friend who has the car accident 2 days ago, who was like my kid sister growing up, just passed away. She was a head nurse/ professor with a teenage son and husband. I am gutted.
I wrote a story about a woman who gets a lump under her left breast and it turns out to be cancer.Then right after I submitted it I got a red spot under my left breast. I was freaking out. Today I found out it's not cancer.
I think the longer this pandemic goes on, the more agoraphobic I'm becoming. I hope I'm still up for travelling like I used to when this is over. Is anyone else feeling this way?
New topic. This weekend I threw away a whole lifetime of letters from friends, old boyfriends' love letters and photos, 30 years of thank you cards from students. I've decided I cant keep dragging my old life around. Thoughts about holding on to nostalgia?
I don't want to be a Debbie Downer, but why are so many people in the US getting on airplanes right now? Don't they see there's a f*ing pandemic out there? Is turkey with family more important than staying alive?
Well it's official folks. I'm moving to an island at the end of September. I have wanted to do this for years, but now that it's happening I am filled with anxiety. I know I will love it but I'm sad to leave my current home and friends too.
I have felt a huge let-down since my 2 books both came on the market last Friday. After all the work was done and the project went live, I just felt the opposite of how I'm supposed to feel. Has anyone else experienced this?
I am starting to volunteer at the local cat shelter this week. My job title (I'm not even kidding) is Grand Meow. I get to socialize the feral cats. I have finally found my true calling!
Someone told me they loved Cheese Whiz on toast, and I said I hate it. Correct me if I'm wrong, but Cheese Whiz is one error in judgement away from that other American delicacy called spray cheese. 😂 Yes, I'm being a Canadian food snob.🇨🇦 Opinions?
Well we made it to the island and I can smell the ocean outside my front door. Exhausted but happy to be in our new home. Kitty is exploring like crazy.
I think I'm gonna get one of those long trench coats like the self-exposing perverts and old-timey watch salesman used to wear with all the pockets inside and carry my books everywhere and flash people with them.
Well I finally got a diagnosis that fits. It's called achalasia. My esophagus doesn't open and close to release the food into my stomach. Finally, my hellish year has an explanation. Now just hoping for surgery.
Oversharing: I'm sitting in front of a fan in Novemeber in a tank top and shorts just dying of heat. This is my 4th year of menopause. God, men have no idea what hell women's bodies go through. Am I right?
I just gave away all my Barbies and doll house furniture and cars to some little girls on the street. Four big boxes. Then I came inside and had a little cry.
I couldn't figure out why my mother has been in my thoughts all week and then I just realized that today is exactly one year since her death. The subconscious remembers what the conscious mind forgets.