After my official break up with fiction, I've been steadily committed to working on my memoir project and this space. For as long as I can remember, I've been writing something. I don't know life without it. My first true love... Continue Reading →
Returning from Texas I told my trainer I was ready for more... I looked at her and said: “I want to be strong.”
I think we’re all still just pushing through the season while dreaming of spring’s flowers, summer’s beaches, and fall’s foliage. I sometimes wonder if this is a life but for the time being I am an island. I am bloody Ibiza! As long as I’m not Greenland I’ll be fine.
I simply found myself unable to write the ending I’d come to rely on. It wasn’t the ending I wanted for my characters anymore. It wasn’t the ending I wanted for me anymore.
The question the guy in the bar didn’t ask was why. Why get a tattoo is a question I get on a regular basis. … why, indeed.
Two years after entering treatment for an eating disorder, I was back in the gym and pounding the pavement with a passion I had not experienced in a long time.... For once the desire to run, lift, and ruck was not to burn calories and lose weight, but to honor the heroes of this Great Nation who lost their lives in combat, or as a result of Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder.
In which we ask: Why do sex toys matter?
Here’s how I know I’m not getting laid tonight… I’m wearing matching underwear.