Done! A Celebration of Spite
In which I speak of the power of spite to compel a writer to unforeseen heights of achievement.
In which I speak of the power of spite to compel a writer to unforeseen heights of achievement.
Grieving for a friend today, and I wrote about it as I tend to do.
Yesterday, April 21, was my 18 year anniversary of marriage to my wonderfully patient husband. Today, April 22, marks two years since (I can’t say anniversary in this context, it just doesn’t sound right) my mother’s passing. In my eulogy,…
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In previous posts for the Hold On To The Light campaign, I’ve talked about my own misery; the pain of my mom dying, my lifelong battles with depression, my stubborn refusal to quit. I think I’ve covered those angles pretty…
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I haven’t posted in quite some time, so here’s a reassurance and an update all at once. I’ve been dealing with my mom’s death, which has hit me both harder and easier than I expected. She was the absolute center…
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