My mother wasn’t just a beautiful person, she was a selfless mother. Everything she did showed us how much she loved us, even when we didn’t always agree. It took my mother many years to accept that I was a lesbian, not because she didn’t love me, but because she did. She thought that somehow… Read More Ode to My Beautiful Mother

Competition.

So I’ve been told that I’m very competitive. I like to think I’m goal driven. Recently the organization I work for starting a walking competition.  We plan on walking as an organization from Washington State to Key West, Florida. Guess who suggested the gay capitol of Florida? It pays to be the only Senior Leader… Read More Competition

 I entered the Social Media arena about six years ago because I thought if my 70 year old mother can do it, so can I. So I set up an account sent requests to friends and family and then I never looked at it. It was quite simply a big mystery to me. Besides, my… Read More Social Confusion & Awkwardness

Recently I shared a draft of a new manuscript, Out of This World, with a reader who liked my first book, Love Forever, Live Forever. She used two words to describe my new book, ducking brilliant. I absolutely loved that phrase and asked her if I could use it in a future book. In the same… Read More Ducking Brilliant

  I grew up with a grandmother that some would have called bat shit crazy, but to us she was just eccentric. My dad likes to tell stories about my grandmother and I must admit to never tiring of hearing this one, but just to set things up a little I’m going to share a… Read More A Writer’s Deam…An Eccentric Grandmom

I’d just turned seventeen when my dad asked if he could talk with me. “Pizza Pie, do you have a moment to talk?” My nickname, Pizza Pie is a whole other story. Oh shit, I thought. I was getting ready to go off to college in a week. I’d been bored in high school so… Read More Sex Advice From Dad

My sisters and I spent all our childhood summer vacations with my grandparents in Baltimore, Maryland and my Grandmother had three consistent messages for us: 1. You have to suffer to be beautiful 2. Sit up straight or you’ll get a hump in your back 3. You need to curl the ends of your hair… Read More You Have to Suffer to be Beautiful

Okay my first clue that I was a lesbian should have been my dogged refusal to carry a purse. When I was growing up I stuffed my license, money, keys, etc into whatever pants I was wearing. If a pair of pants didn’t have pockets, I wouldn’t buy them. My mother tried, bless her heart,… Read More My Idea of a Purse

I have two left feet. Not because I can’t dance, although I don’t have much dancing prowess – that is true, but because of today’s hilarious event… So here’s what happened to me today. My wife insisted I get a new pair of black shoes because honestly I don’t care what shape my shoes are… Read More Two Left Feet