How Is It That…

“How is it that some celebrities, whom the average person would believe to have all the popularity a human being could want, still admit to feeling lonely? It is quite naïve to assume that popularity is the remedy for loneliness. Loneliness does not necessarily equal physical solitude; it is the inability to be oneself and … Continue reading How Is It That…

Actions of a Chronic Insomniac

This morning, I spent a little over an hour in the kitchen whipping up a full pot of tabouleh. I needed some healthy, soul food. 😉 It felt so good to listen to music and go at my own pace. It calmed me down in ways that, of late, cooking has not. I made it … Continue reading Actions of a Chronic Insomniac

Writing Challenges, Ideas, and Being Realistic

As a writer, have you ever gotten in your own damn way? Maybe even not as a writer, but as a creative person? Over the past few years I have written four novels. Three are fully-fleshed out, while one was a side project I wanted to keep in development since I wrote it in pieces. … Continue reading Writing Challenges, Ideas, and Being Realistic

Happy WordPress Anniversary, Poison In Lethal Doses!

Happy to have been here for nine years. Happier to be with PILD since, well, it's much, MUCH longer than this website will ever tell you. 😉 Someone told me last week that the difference between being a writer and being a talented writer is knowing your audience. For him, I fall into the latter … Continue reading Happy WordPress Anniversary, Poison In Lethal Doses!

In The Face of Trauma: Fatherless Daughter

Last month, my doctor asked if anything specific was triggering me. At the time, I couldn't think of anything. Until a specific day came, and I broke down in tears for hours. It had been a long time since I'd allowed myself to do that. 😦 The majority of my breakdowns are quiet. Real quiet. … Continue reading In The Face of Trauma: Fatherless Daughter

Another Week, Another Needle, Or Three

It's been another one of those weeks where time has flown by, and I feel dizzy from the rush of it all. I realized this when traffic was backed up in Sumner Tunnel. The whooshing of the fact that you're underwater is the first thing you can feel, and it made me nauseous. Normally, tunnels … Continue reading Another Week, Another Needle, Or Three