In the weeks before my debut novel released, I resembled a child anticipating her jump from single digit birthdays to the doubles: 10! I could barely sleep—my husband groaned as I slipped out of bed at 4 in the morning. I ignored him and crept away, sneaking off to self-google in privacy. As I waited … Read more
Everyone has something that keeps them going when nothing else will do. For some it’s cupcakes. Others choose wine. My husband has football. I have beauty magazines. I’m not exactly sure where I get my make-up, hair product, fragrance, and clothes jones. Partially from my mother, who could transform herself in miraculous ways between walking … Read more
When I was a kid, nothing was better than listening to my Aunt Thelma’s stories. She’d take humiliating awful situations and transform them into eye-popping, comic-tragic tales. Her pain was our gain. Stories bang around my head and crowd my mind. I’m stuffed with ‘what if’ and ‘why did s/he do that?’ As a child, … Read more
These are the many types of relationships I’ve had: Sad. Obsessive. Pathetic. Boring. Are you kidding me? “Do you think he has a drinking problem?” Liar, liar, pant’s on fire. You name it. I had it. Now. At long last (it only took me . . never mind—many years) I have a no-sad-song love. Perhaps … Read more
It’s sure nice to have love where it’s not the sad songs that provide the theme. Thank you, Jeff.