Back in the day whenever my parents began a conversation with “When I was your age,” I’d roll my eyes, take a deep breath, and brace myself for what would surely be a dissertation on how things were so much better when they were young and how I should pay attention because they had worldly experience on their side. What did they know, anyway?
As it turns out, they knew plenty.
You’d think I’d be relieved after spending a year writing a book and finally sending it off into the ethernet. Well, I’m not.
I loved writing a 2nd edition of my book about teen suicide. Okay, that may sound a bit sick. Right? (I notice that everyone these days seems to end a declarative sentence with a question mark. Right?) I mean, digging into subjects like addiction, physical and sexual abuse (too bad I finished the book before Harvey and the gang graced the front pages of every newspaper in the world), depression/anxiety, academic pressure — the list goes on…
8 THINGS I’VE LEARNED ABOUT TEEN SUICIDE (Whether I Wanted to Or Not)
I’m not a stranger to suicide. My mother’s first cousin took her own life, but the cause of her death was listed as an “accident.” I have some suspicions, but no one in my family wanted to talk.
Three days before my wedding to my ex-husband, his aunt took her own life. Didn’t know whether or not to cancel the wedding. We went ahead. (In retrospect, I should have cancelled the wedding. Period. But that’s another story for another time.)
My brother took his life on his…
Yep, I’m still at it. The drumbeat continues.
I could sit on my laurels (The Sibling Connection did reach #1 on Amazon in its category for a few days), but that ranking has slipped like an eel right through my fingers.
Progress, I’ve been warned, is slow. An author must be patient. And blog and post and tweet and stand on street corners with books in hand every darn day. The competition out there is brutal. At last count, there were 510 million ebooks sold in 2014. Heck, I just want a miniscule piece of that pie! Five thousand? Ten…
Okay, so this is not a heavy story about the 2016 election or the Flint water crisis. I get that. But as an author of an ebook about siblings, I’m a bit obsessed and thought I’d share some fun gifts for Siblings Day.
Honestly, I suspected there was a Siblings Day (There’s a day for everything else) but had to Google the event. Sure enough, April 10, 2016, is THE day.
It’s hard enough coming up with gifts for all other celebrations: Xmas, Hanukah, birthdays, anniversaries, weddings . . . You get the drift.
So, why add Siblings Day to…
Okay. Maybe I’m one of the last people on the planet to land on “Grandmother Lover,” a documentary about a young man named Kyle (and I mean YOUNG) and his romantic/sexual relationships with women twice, sometimes three times his age.
My first reaction: Hope. There is someone out there who will find me attractive, even with the wrinkles, the love handles, and all the other physical insults of aging. Instead of considering a boob job or tummy tuck, I could be just the way I am and have a man who finds me not only attractive but sexy as hell.
“Tyme hem hurt, a tyme doth hem cure.”
My brother stuck a hunting rifle in his mouth and pulled the trigger. I knew him to be dramatic, but this 30th birthday celebration took the cake. He blew his brains out instead of the candles, and I’ve had a migraine off and on ever since.
Zolmitripan is my drug of choice for the headaches. I’m still searching for a compound pharmacy to design a pill to manage my grief.
Elisabeth Kubler-Ross, dubbed the “First Pioneer of the Final Frontier Called Death,” would not have approved of my reliance on or the…
“Get Out Those Vinyl LPs: Albums Are Making a Comeback
I’m a bit slow when it comes to technological advances (or, this case, a technological shout out to the good ole’ days.)
But when I overheard a woman in my yoga class say something about the owner of the music store down the block paying up to $35 for an LP in pristine shape, I took to the basement and my office closet.
Daniel is a dear friend. We met four years ago at Misericordia, a campus of about 600 folks with mild to serious intellectual disabilities. From the get go, the two of us bonded as long, lost friends who had so much to talk about.
As far as Daniel sees it, I can do no wrong. I’m the “lovely Miss Jane” who is one of the funniest, most amusing (not to mention cutest) women he knows. …