Archive for the ‘Writing’ Category

MAYBE IF I WROTE A FOOD BLOG, YOU’D READ IT.

MAYBE IF I WROTE A FOOD BLOG, YOU’D READ IT.

“Maybe if I wrote about the ‘Top 10 Reasons You Should Get an iPhone’, I’d get more hits on my blog,” I said to my boyfriend tonight. There are times I wonder about this blog: Why the fuck would anyone want to read it? Who cares? It should be more topical. I thought about how [...]

THE BATHTUB

THE BATHTUB

Sunday morning. I’m trying to create more balance in my life. Trying to be happier, though I shun the word. Shun it because it feels like sticky putty – something you’re stuck in, as fake and brittle as botox. But I’m trying. I sound not unlike a depressed person on the Dr. Oz show. I [...]

FINISHING THE BOOK

FINISHING THE BOOK

“I just want to burn it,” I said to my boyfriend in bed last night. “I just want it all to go away.” “I know,” he comforted, “But maybe it will go away if you write it.” I tried to explain to him: “I’ve been writing this book for ten years. Why am I doing [...]

ONE LAST SHOT: WRITING A BOOK

ONE LAST SHOT: WRITING A BOOK

I don’t care if I get fat. I don’t give a shit if I don’t leave my office for months, I need to finish this book. “The Book” is my achilles heel. It’s my weighted backpack. It’s something I began ten years ago. I need to finish it even if it kills me. I can’t [...]

“TWO WEEKS AND LIFE”

“TWO WEEKS AND LIFE”

Remember that song, 18 and Life by Skid Row? I fucking loved that song. I am listening to it right now because I couldn’t remember exactly what it was about besides life in prison. I even looked up the lyrics and still, somehow, I don’t exactly get it. Actually the song is kind of mental [...]

“AMUSEMENT PARKS” – AN EXCERPT FROM MY BOOK

“AMUSEMENT PARKS” – AN EXCERPT FROM MY BOOK

My father was big on Amusement parks. Every year we’d visit Canobie Lake Park in New Hampshire and the Big “E” (Exposition) in Springfield, Mass. We visited Disney numerous amount of times. Dad liked fun and I loved the rides. He was a big kid at heart. “What do you want to do first?” Dad [...]

CHRISTMAS IN MIAMI: SANTA’S VILLAGE, DAD AND SPANKINGS!

CHRISTMAS IN MIAMI: SANTA’S VILLAGE, DAD AND SPANKINGS!

This story is from a book I started writing about 7 years ago. Santa’s Village: When I was ten years old, I saw an ad on TV for “SANTA’S VILLAGE.” We were in Florida visiting my Nana and Papa for Christmas like usual, and the Miami news was doing a special on holiday entertainment. Tonight [...]

WALKING IN SPACE

WALKING IN SPACE

i feel like i’ve been hit by a truck when someone leaves you it feels like i’ve been hit by a truck and i realize i’ll never feel the same i’ll never be the same i’ll have to be rehabilitated, but my body will never work the same again and i think about myself before [...]

THINGS I WOULD TELL YOU

THINGS I WOULD TELL YOU

1. Someone killed the big old spider in the garage. I was thinking of giving the garage to the big old spider. He was black and HUGE! He had a big belly like he was pregnant! Pregnant with spider babies! (But then he would have been a she.) 2. I’m gonna take a dance class [...]

A LITTLE KNOWN FACT: I’M WRITING A BOOK

A LITTLE KNOWN FACT: I’M WRITING A BOOK

I started thinking tonight about the suggestion to, “Write about your childhood,” by a reader of this blog. It struck me as poignant. I am almost embarrassed to tell you how long I have been “writing about my childhood.” When I was 24, I started writing a book of childhood memories. I first titled it, [...]

I SHOULD BE SEVERELY PUNISHED :)

I SHOULD BE SEVERELY PUNISHED :)

Hey Kids! It’s been a week since I have posted ANYTHING on this website. I tried to spank myself, but it didn’t work. Okay, that doesn’t make any sense. What have I been up to? Well, my husband took the week off from work, so I have been making his vacation A LIVING HELL by [...]

NON-COHESIVE DIARY SHIT

NON-COHESIVE DIARY SHIT

(I hate the title of this post. I thought of it when I first wrote it on my pad of paper, so I’ll keep it and risk sounding like a pissed off eight year-old.) I am juxtaposing this happy picture with my acerbic post. 1. Boss at work tells me that he reads my blog. [...]