Blurring the lines – Part 2 – Fragments of Memory
A few weeks ago, at the Old Biscuit Mill Beer Festival, someone snapped a picture of my thirteen month old…
Sleep deprivation
Disclaimer: This post mentions several so-called womanly topics. Feel free not to read on should you become squeamish at allusions…
Hollow Day
This morning I woke up and the center of my being had been hollowed out. Where once there was emotion,…
Blurring the lines- Part 1 – Fragments of Marylin
Last night I listened to a panel review of Fragments, a collection of Marylin Monroe’s handwritten notes, letters and poetry.…
On birthing novels
Writing a novel is like giving birth. You could, on a superficial level, draw comparisons, and many authors have when…
Yesterday I turned thirty-eight
I think it apt I begin on the first day of a new year in my life. And, almost as…