It’s been three days since I took a shower. I spent all of them in the same pajamas. Yesterday I didn’t even brush my teeth. Today, I showered. I couldn’t get the water hot enough. I needed to boil off the residue left behind from this most recent time sitting on the ‘pitty pot.’ It …
I wrote a song for you when I was sixteen. It was 1986. I dressed in “Like a Virgin” Esque hand-me-down clothes from my thirty-two-year-old mother, permed and teased my hair to your likeness and wrapped my wrists with bangles and crosses. I fantasized that my words would be so profound that you would demand …
Let me be very clear, I am not a silver-linings kind of person. My life motto generally is that if I don’t get what I want it’s because I didn’t commit enough time, I did it wrong, I wasn’t worthy, or there is a best effort that I have not yet achieved. So I find …
Memoir 101 was mind-blowing. Seriously. One single memoir is like ten years of therapy. Who knew? Thank you Maine Writers and Publishers Alliance for the connectivity you provide your members. Writing is intentionally and uniquely lonesome. But, that gets lonely. I’ve met so many other quirky writers who love to share their process, however, not …
