I never knew what the term “ghosted” meant. Sure, it mostly refers to dating where someone completely cuts off all communication without an explanation. This sounds oddly familiar. Not from the dating realm but from being a freelance writer. There is nothing more disconcerting than to be eliminated from what you thought was a regular… Continue reading Ghosted

The Image

I am approaching the six month mark of my commitment to me. To my health. To honoring my body. You get the gist. My mantra for 2019 is commitment, accountability, and sustainability. Those three words blanket everything from my body image to my writing. And friends, I am slaying that bitch. I refuse to use… Continue reading The Image

Day Two

Let me share about day two of “phoneageddon”. (Read my blog, The Phone, to get the backstory.) Every morning, I am up at the ass crack of dawn because the girls aka my Basset hounds, have me trained. Yesterday was no different. By 5:45 a.m., I was positioned on the sofa armed with a cup… Continue reading Day Two

The Phone

Brian’s phone died yesterday. He tried to resuscitate it through various suggestions he found online. Unfortunately, it was dead on arrival. RIP, two month old phone. This unfortunate occurrence led him to our neighborhood Verizon store to seek out a solution. Trapped in his grief over the loss of his BFF, he wasn’t overly happy… Continue reading The Phone