Confession: I’d always wanted to re-enact that scene from Bull Durham, where Annie Savoy has tied an almost naked Ebby to the bed… and then reads poetry to him while he writhes in frustrated anticipation. And pleasure.
While I’ve read my work in public before, it’s never been at an actual book signing. And never in an actual bra store.
So yesterday, my Kicking Cancer’s Ass memoir released! On all available sites. Okay, on Amazon. Kindle version and Paperback. It’s also available on Kobo. Have you added it to your TBR list on Goodreads yet? Plan A was to also have it available on iBooks, B & N, and Smashwords, but… life got in the…
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.