I’ve gotten heat that my use of the ‘F’ word will reflect poorly on me as a parent. One argument was that anyone wanting to find fault with my parenting and therefore get in the way of my relationship with my son, might use my social media presence (which often includes my favorite expletive) against…
Despite popular belief, I do have control over my use of the ‘F’ word. Most people wouldn’t know it because they have this assumption that I always shoot from the hip and don’t censor myself. Like I just talk and don’t think about what I’m saying. While sometimes this is true – especially in person…
Over a delicious steak dinner, my friend and I were talking about my book. He was saying how awesome it would be if there was some kind of reality TV episode or something by which all of my exes (the ones featured in the book, not every person I ever dated) were invited on with…
Over brunch with my web-guy one day, around the time I launched my site, I told him I would pay him back for his work (which he graciously did for free) when I was BIG Famous. The words just kind of came out before I had even given them much thought. (And now I love…
“Just write some words, you’ll feel better,” said no normal person ever. A writer, however, says this. Specifically, I’m saying this to myself right now. I’m alone tonight. My son is with his dad. It’s just me and the cat. I have no reason to not write. At least no good reason. So even though I’m…
On the occasion that I have twentyish minutes in the car on my own and that I want to make those twentyish minutes productive – and by productive, I mean, not let my mind wander all over the spaghetti-noodle-looking map of my mind. Sometimes I tune into a podcast called Helping Writers Become Authors with K.M.…
Shame is one of those words that sounds exactly like what it evokes. Shit. Hopelessness. Assholes. Myths. Embarrassment. Shame is why I didn’t admit to any caring adult in my life…
Lying down on the cool grass, looking at the clouds I realized that the Universe isn’t always a dick. Sometimes the Universe grants blessings. I know I’ve said the Universe is a dick on more than one occasion but that is a lie. Mostly. As is the first sentence of this post. I was not…
Recently I was speaking to a friend and in the midst of our conversation remarked “I run my life on hope.” (You know, a car runs on gas. A parent runs on coffee. America runs on Dunkin. A.Y. runs on hope.) Though I hadn’t intended to be witty or humorous, he started to chuckle. Per…
Like everyone, there are things that scare me. Some shit that downright terrifies me. We call that Fear and Fear is kind of a dickhead. He knows what he’s doing. Getting into your head and under your skin and hoping he’ll keep you from moving forward or chasing a dream or seizing an opportunity. Fear…