I’m scheduled to get my second COVID vaccine today. My rapidly firing brain, that often takes me on tangents got me to thinking, how will future authors represent this time in history? Truth is certainly stranger than fiction and if they get it right, it might read like a horror novel or science fiction story… Read More Historical Fiction
I’m a middle child and normally that means I play the role of peacekeeper in the family. Conflict is particularly hard for middle kids. Offering an olive branch is usually the go to move for middle children. I’m not sure when this philosophy changed for me, but it has. I used to be the type… Read More Middle Child
This past year has been a year of anxiety driven waiting. First, I counted the days until my retirement. Then COVID 19 hit and we all waited for things to return to normal, for lockdowns to lift, etc. (we’re still waiting). But the biggest waiting has occurred around politics. Extremely important political elections to be… Read More Waiting…
Sure, I know that 2020 wasn’t the best year for most people. However, being the kind of person I am who tries to see the glass half full, rather than half empty, I decided I needed to do a recap of 2020 highlighting the top ten positive things to happen within my stratosphere. So, without… Read More How 2020 Didn’t Completely Suck…
It’s hard for me not to think of Trump’s temper tantrums and bad behavior as similar to a horrible breakup, with a psychopathic edge. We all know those people who react in the extreme when we’ve kicked them to the curb, and now the United States is getting a front seat view. Our worst nightmare… Read More A Bad Breakup
Although the election drama is the gift that keeps on giving (sarcasm here), I promised I would return to more light-hearted blogs…so…welcome to my return to one of my favorite topics. This past week, I saw Nancy Ann Healy’s post on a vibrator called, Little Bird that syncs with erotica books. Of course, I just… Read More Next Generation Erotica
Heart palpitations. Pacing the floor, mumbling to yourself. Acting like a complete fool as you stare at the object of your obsession. My palms begin to sweat. There are a lot more than butterflies moving around in my stomach. I can’t eat. I can’t sleep. I’m up all night waiting for those three little words.… Read More Is it Love?
In four short days, there is the possibility that the world will hear the collective exhale in the United States. Our face might look like that map of the electorate that CNN has been showing for weeks, Red, Purple, Blue, until finally we’re able to breathe again and not have to see the map for… Read More A Collective Breath