Yesterday, before I went to the visitation for my mother’s best friend, I received a text from her caregiver informing me, she is quitting the agency. This means another hunt for the ideal person who will fit best with my mother. Already emotionally compromised, I kept thinking, can this wait? My stomach clenched feeling impending… Continue reading Can This Wait?
So, I am in the midst of my revisions, which in layman terms means, I am residing in the seventh circle of hell. I had this grand illusion that it would be so easy. Effortless even. The simple act of expansion. But, clearly, I am delusional. Writer’s block is a real condition. My characters have… Continue reading An Enigma
Before I begin, my family knows that anything they say or do, can and will be used against them in my blog. I wanted to state that up front since there may be some individuals who are appalled at my open sharing policy. They say it. I write it. It’s called family. That’s what we… Continue reading Dinner Conversation
This week has been bumpy. Full of adjustments and random wrenches thrown into my plans. My revisions on my book have been halted while I dealt with ongoing issues with my mother. Her vertigo has been a point of concern as she has been having side effects from the treatments along with the emotional component… Continue reading Ride the Wave
Last night, I was settled in bed, reading, while basking in completing yet another day without holding anyone hostage. It is always a win when I don’t owe anyone an amends for being a bitchy, asshole. Anyway, I started to hear thunder. Confused, as there was only a 10 percent chance of us having any… Continue reading Challenged
Can I be honest? Social media is incredibly bossy. Facebook shoves “friends” that I may know at me. LinkdIn is pushing “connections” down my throat because “it is all in who you know”. I get it. They are trying to be helpful, but sometimes, it is too much. This week, Brian started his new job.… Continue reading Congratulations!
I am knee deep in the revision process and struggling with my magical inspiration. As I was staring at the screen trying to rewrite one of my chapters, the phone rings and the caller ID reveals it is the caregiver agency we use for my mother. There is a physical reaction sprinkled with some colorful… Continue reading Being of Service