I’m not a cat person. I’m a dog person. That doesn’t mean I don’t like cats. It simply means that I prefer the company of dogs over the company of cats. The Wretched Cat is the reason why. He’s mean. He’s evil. He’s flea infested.Read More
♫ Slip sliding away…slip sliding away. ♫ Do you have that song by Paul Simon in your head too? Sorry about that. As an addict, I use the words setback and slip interchangeably although I understand and respect not everyone is fond of the word slip. To me, a slip is like when you slip on the ice. You don’t quite fall down on the ground. You try to catch yourself before you do. At least you hope you do. If not, then you have a huge knot on your head to remind you why you’re supposed to be more cautious while treading in dangerous territory.Read More
Last week I mentioned that life is good. Really good. I’ve been watching my grandbaby grow by leaps and bounds. It’s incredible! Her smile and laughter fill my heart. All three of my kids are in a great place too. Nothing makes a mom happier than when their children are doing well.Read More
What’s up party people? I’ve been gone for a couple of weeks and so much has happened. It’s been great. But this is an Insecure Writer’s Support Group post so I’ll stick to that for today.
I’ll start with the rule breaking I did last week. I'm a total rebel, you guys! I re-republished my book. Two years ago, I released Steps Along My Shore. It’s a self-help book for those who love someone struggling with pornography addiction and other unwanted sexual behaviors. I talk about how to heal from Relational Trauma, establish boundaries, learn the importance of self-care and all sorts of other cool stuff.Read More
I'm going on vacation. Okay, not really. I'm just taking a couple of weeks off from blogging so I can enjoy time with my family. I've been busy doing other very cool things and as the sun starts to set earlier and earlier, I realize it's time to come to terms with the fact that my days sitting in my backyard, under my gazebo, in a pair of shorts, and a t-shirt, and NY Giants flip-flops are numbered. I hate you cold weather. You suck! Or you will suck when you get here. So, I hate you in advance. I'll see everyone in September for the Insecure Writer's Support Group. Until then, enjoy what warm weather we have left.