The hunger for both women was unmistakably obvious in Roger’s slow and steady gaze. He boldly walked up to them and held each of their hands, walking backward wordlessly to the bedroom.
Read moreGetting Hot in the Club, a spicy short story
She started with Becca’s breasts, rubbing the outside of her dress, smiling when her nipples hardened. Her other hand was on her leg, slowly moving beneath Becca’s dress, up her thighs, smacking her panties abruptly. Tracy then rubbed the outside of Becca’s panties while looking her in the eyes. She was waiting for an answer, and it came when Becca moved slightly toward her hand.
Read moreHappenings in Publishing
I’ve wanted to write another book since my last one was published in the 4th quarter of 2019. It’s happening!!!
I even got the ink to celebrate it at Monsterland Tattoo Tavern in Burbank, Ca. You should go. Just remember to obey Mr. Monster and he’ll take great care of you.
This one will be another poetry book. The poems are written. The editing is ongoing. I’m formatting the pages and re-organizing them. The order tells a story. I have a photo shoot scheduled for the cover. It’s fucking happening yo!
This book baby is unique. I’ve written about growth after the fact. I’ve shared my heart through prose and poetry and imagery.
This book will walk you through the path of my latest romance. Start to finish.
From the years of my refusal to date (four years actually) … to a crush of proximity … to a night of passion that still sends chills up my spine when I look at a full moon … to giving in to what might be love. A forbidden love.
I fell for another woman’s boyfriend. It was brief. It was intense and powerful. It exposed uncharted territory in my heart and mind as I opened my body to so many unbridled passions. Then it was over. I never wanted to take her man and I’m so grateful for that short window where I got to enjoy him like I did.
I walk you through the excitement of cheating, the passionate sex and the inevitable heartache. I won’t lie and say I’m healed, but I am getting there. I am moving on and trying the dating thing, while still being true to my needs for self care and my many hobbies.
If you’ve never cared for my sexy one handed reads, or if you see me in some pure image, I don’t recommend you read it. As for my boys, they never read what I write, but I told them this one would probably pay for some future therapist’s mid-life crisis.
Be on the lookout for Love Haze: Confessions of a Jezebel.
Loss and the Brain
I have made neural pathways for their existence. Sometimes a scent, or location, or thought will take me right to them, and it causes me to forget, quite often that they’re no longer here.
Read moreMental Health, Libido and Grief
I’m in a better place mentally than I have been in the last two years, but I’m still feeling grief. That heaviness makes it hard to get in touch with my libido.
Read moreWhen Having Things Covered Is an Illusion
You’re taking care of yourself and maybe even others. Then one small thing gets tossed on the pile you are managing, and it’s just enough to force everything to collapse. Did you really have things covered?
Read moreWhere I Am in this Moment
… life isn’t black and white and that’s a blessing. The shades of gray can both help and hurt you, but you will be stronger because of it. I have to believe that because I know I’ve already lived it.
Read moreInk Cravings
Her drug is the pain. She wants to feel the gun vibrate and hum, hitting her over and over with fire that turns to nothing. She likes watching the ink pool with blood on her skin before the artist wipes it away to reveal intricate lines and delicate shading.
Read moreThe Spider's Web, a short story
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She started the water in the kettle, then began preparing two mugs. She pulled herbs from jars and concocted some floral tea infusion. He didn’t see her hand hover over the prescription bottle she kept there, but his angels must have been watching, because the water was ready as she was about to open the bottle and decided she wasn’t ready to deal with a second body.
Read moreUncontrolled Mental Health Symptoms
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The biggest lesson I’ve been struggling with during this time is self advocating. I can still do great things. I’ve just written a blog post that outlines some heavy material in a way that is hopefully easy to understand. I also have moments of instability where I need more support. The crazy part about invisible disabilities such as mental health is the part where you can barely function, but still have to let people know you need the help that they can’t seem to see you needing.
Read moreThe Famous Divorcée Among Us
You are the prayers and legacy of your entire bloodline. You carry the backbone of those people before you. You are the strength of generations that have been broken, and endured. You are their tenacity and their hope. Straighten your posture. Hold your head high. You are the current expression of beauty and strength in generations of your family. Carry yourself as if they’ve been praying for you, before you were born. The people that have tried to break you, wouldn’t have bothered if you were as small and broken as they tried to convince you they are. You can’t pull down what is already below you.
Read moreDating Red Flags
If you’ve just met and they can’t stand to be apart from you, it’s a red flag. This was so normal to me in so many relationships. We just met, but they were constantly talking to me about what I was doing, wearing, eating, and watching. There was no space or mystery. It was just about being together and the world falling away.
Read moreMy Best Friend's Brother, a spicy short story
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It was a simple plan. Her parents were on a weekend getaway. I was going to wear something cute, and show up for a little Netflix and hope that Abby’s brother wanted to chill. What could go wrong? I mean, I was nervous about the same plan that I failed to execute all through summer, fall, and now winter. He was always on his way out, or he went directly to his room.
Read moreEvelyn & Peter, a short story of reconciliation
Peter shifted slightly, but she knew that stance. She knew the change in his posture and his voice. She swallowed heavily and he knew she was just as affected as he was.
Read moreDiscussing Mental Health with your Children
My kids know me well and any change in my behavior is easy to internalize from the perspective of a child. You’re their world, so it makes sense that they would be yours as a parent. I’ve always pointed out that they don’t make me angry, and they don’t make me lose my shit. My ability to manage my emotions depends on how I’m doing at any given moment. They are consistent, but how I’m doing might change from day to day. Their hugs always help me manage my feelings, but it’s still up to me to get control of myself.
Read moreGetting Help with Complex PTSD
You’d be surprised at what you get used to. I have the symptoms that look like characteristics of PTSD, but I have lived and worked through them for years. This includes nightmares and waking up with incredible rage. I often live in emotional numbness and dissociation. I’ve had emotional flashbacks and can’t usually get a good night’s rest. I’ve had angry outbursts and you’d be surprised at how easily I experience guilt over things I have no reason to feel guilty about.
Read moreThe Abandoned Estate: a short story
There’s a story hidden in the broken panes of glass that still filter light through the verdant canopy. The wind that whispers on the air will speak in riddles about the mysteries living in the walls of the old manor. She knew what she was doing but understood there was no one to stop her. All she held that night was her protection charm and a sense of duty, carried in the pulse of her veins.
Read moreReparenting Yourself & Your Kids
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Patterns of abuse are learned. Our primary care givers teach us how to abuse and be abused. They teach us how to fall in line. It sounds harsh, and I really love my parents and siblings, but reparenting myself means I had to give what I learned a really hard look. I get to do better with my sons.
Read moreAutism Acceptance as a Mom of Autistic (almost) Adults
The goal is to be gentle enough to encourage others to want to learn more. I didn’t know where to step in aggressively and where I should just back off, because I’ve had my kid’s lifetimes to learn what I know, and fully understand I don’t know nearly enough.
Read moreUnderstanding Dissociation
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As I prepared to get back into my car, the guy next door was still rambling and said he hoped my day would get better. I looked at him and realized I might not be reacting. I told him it was disturbing but I already handled it and it’ll be okay.
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