Book Pregnant is the very clever term coined by a group of bloggers, to indicate that stage where an author is almost ready to launch their work into the world. Sex, Drugs, Rock ‘n Roll, and a Tiara is pressing on my bladder, kicking me in the kidney… Really, I SO feel ready to pop this baby out. Except,…
I do wonder how many of the health problems of fat people can be linked to social shaming and ostracization, to self-loathing. I remember all too well the thrill during my dieting days, when the scale gave me “good news.” The widespread social approval and praise I earned by being a more “acceptable” size. And the horror and shame I felt when the numbers on the fucking scale slowly, inexorably crept upward.
First, BUY MY BOOK. Er, Story. Y’all don’t know how long I’ve been dying to be the one to say that. If I had a dollar, for all the Tweets and blog posts and FB ads I’ve read… But let’s turn the page on that, shall we? My short story, The Dog Days of Summer, will be…
While the writing goals I had at the beginning of 2015 kinda went by the wayside, as did my blog here, I had so much to celebrate. Here’s something I shared on FaceBook. 2015 was the BEST year of my life. Why? I was taking care of myself: — Did yoga and got in cardio…
Hug your own babies, or grandbabies, or nephews and nieces and consider what a blessing it is that we have our health (mostly), and wonderful people we love in this crazy world.
Be kind. The next time some jerk cuts you off in traffic, consider the possibility that they may be rushing to the bedside of a very sick loved one. If you have a surly teenager in your classroom, consider that she may be in trouble, rather than a troublemaker.