300th Post

What words to write today? What mysteries to explore and unravel as I click and clack at the keyboard?

This is 300th post that I have published on this blog.  Many more have been written.  Some of them are just waiting for the right moment, for others their moment passed before I was able to get them ready.  I am not going to say that I didn’t believe I would get here, but it is a bit surreal now that I am. I have learned a lot about writing, myself and the blogging world. There is so much more to learn and some things must be unlearned. I have also made some mistakes and offended some folks along the way. One or two of them were people I care about, and I made the decision to clear all future posts concerning those folks with them prior to their publication.  The people in my life are precious to me and their feelings matter.  This blog is also important, but not at the cost of those relationships.

Since enacting that rule, I have forced myself to really think about what I put on-line.  And how I want this site to progress.  The most popular post is the one I wrote was about cleavage and the hunt for the perfect bra.  As much as I enjoy learning more about fashion and the wonders of a properly fitted bra that is not the direction that I want this blog, my writing, or my life to go. There are others who do it better and I yield the field to them.

I must acknowledge that there are sites younger than mine that have achieved greater success allowing their creators to do what I still dream of: writing for a living. It is a dream that many writers strive for, but one which if I had the chance I might not take. I love my job as a teacher and my students inspire me so much that to leave them would not help my writing at the present moment.  Is my life always going to be classroom bound? I am not sure. Ten years ago, I would have told you that I being in a classroom was my greatest goal, but now that I am here I see the horizon and know that one day I will move on. Yes, it would be nice to be able to write everyday for hours on end, but the interaction with my students is so very precious to me. It fuels my desire to achieve more and to continue to educate myself.

Sadly, I still haven’t heard back about Grad school, but my hopes are not dashed. I will get there, just not when I thought I would.

Upon reflection on this blog’s journey, there have been times when I have flirted with narrowing the scope of this site, since specialization seems to be the key to gaining more readers and influence.  The problem I see with that is that I didn’t set out to be a blogger, but a novelist.  So in the coming weeks and months, there will be more posts on self-publication as I reflect on this new journey.

There are a lot of folks to thank for helping me make this blog something to be proud of.  First, Mr. Man, you know who you are. You planted the seed that began this blog and gave me honest feedback. I hope that you never stop.  Special thanks to Stew for being my first editor and getting me wine when I was in the zone and couldn’t move.  You have, though we are no longer a couple, helped me when I needed it by reading something or with computer issues. It means the world to me, just like you. Thanks also goes out to my Diva-licious teacher friends who read my poetry, stories and posts whenever I asked.  Especially Momma Cameron, who told me that writing was my calling and to get off my butt and do it.  To Momma and Papa for both supporting this endeavor and most of all for accepting me for the odd little duckling that I am.  To Mikey, my internet famous neighbor for the talks and advice on interviews, the first of which will be appearing shortly, with any luck.  Last but not least, to my friend Bri, who I have known since middle school and agreed, a month or so ago, to help me edit my posts. You also mean the world to me.

In a few days, maybe a week, my kickstarter project will go live, as will the process of bring my novella, Blood Child, to life.  When I started this blog, I was working on a novel, My Dragon Friday, but Blood Child took over my writing life.  I am hoping that by October many of you will be reading Blood Child on the e-reader of your choice or in paperback form.  And Thanks to all of you, dear readers, for your comments, likes and support.   Things are only going to get better.

Please feel free to comment and let me know what you would like to see here in the coming months. I do take requests.

Love, Hugs and Moo’s,


Tired, But Still in the Game.

I am tired. Tired to the bone with all the words that are thrown against me like I’m the wall in a racquetball court and its my job to take it. My life my destiny to take society’s beatings and be fine with it.

The mental wear and tear of this life is too much at times and I want to give up.  Sometimes I do.

Then the morning comes and I am out the door with Luke pounding the pavement before heading off to school or my second job.  I am joyful when I see myself in the mirror. I look beautiful, professional, ready to handle life in the court again.

Walking out the door, I see the empty space where my pink bike used to reside and my heart sinks.  Someone stole the worn down bike that helped me continue my physical therapy.  They skipped over five or six nicer bikes in the neighborhood to take mine; making the thief seem personal.

My now stolen bike
My now stolen bike

There is a dent in my new car where in a rush I backed out and hit a red land yacht illegally parked and trash in the floor boards which I have been too tired at night to clean up.  Physically, I am fine.  I walk more than a mile everyday, but mentally I wonder what is the point.

My students fight my efforts to help them, parents dodge my calls and when payday comes my efforts are not enough to pay the bills. I work and work and there is nothing at the end of the day to save or stash away. 

But, I get up and do it again and again.  I plot and scheme to break free of  an existence as a wall and find something everyday to smile about it.  Like waking up in the middle of the night to find myself surrounded my beloved furry children; unable to move due to their sleeping bodies.  My best friend making me watch Sex in the City and promising that after each episode it is going to get better.  (It did) Or a message from an old friend asking if I was free to see him over the weekend. 

Dennis Lehand - author and Bostonion
Dennis Lehand – author and Bostonion

It is listening to NPR and hearing an interview with Dennis Lehane about his op-ed piece in the New York Times entitled “Messing with the Wrong City“. It was a reminder that we are more than the negative things that happen to us. A reminder that there is good left in America. We are not a nation dying as Rush Limbaugh proclaimed on his show on Friday, we are a nation that is surviving and thriving.

Love  not Hate or Blame
Love not Hate or Blame

Bostonians showed us the way as did the marathon runners who ran towards danger to help others or ran to the hospitals to give blood.  They didn’t look to blame someone. They took care of the injured and waited to find out who was responsible.

As a city, they have decided not to let this event change them.  Not to let someone else’s hate and madness keep them from being themselves.  Marathons around the country have seen a surge of runners signing up as well as volunteers offering to help. 

I am I still tired, yes, but my spirit has been renewed.  Thanks to the words and actions of my fellow Americans such as George Takei in his blog.  I have to believe that there is hope and a better way to live for all of us. One that doesn’t involve hate or discrimination. One that moves forward.

George Takei - Actor, Screenwriter and Inspiration
George Takei – Actor, Screenwriter and Inspiration

When I started this post, I was dwelling on all of things weighing me down.  All of the things I forgot for a moment to look around me with gratitude and love.  I had taken on the idea that I needed to be perfect.  I don’t and neither does my country.

Getting Back in the Saddle

Clip art licensed from the Clip Art Gallery on DiscoverySchool.com
Clip art licensed from the Clip Art Gallery on DiscoverySchool.com

The past couple of months, I have continued to read with a passion, but haven’t produced a book review.  My brain just wasn’t in the game.  Not sure where it was, but writing reviews or keeping up with this site wasn’t apart of its plans. Then I won two books in a Thanksgiving Contest which I devoured shortly after receiving but it failed to bring me back to the keyboard. 

Slowly, but surely over the holiday break I have been sitting down and working on posts for this blog.  The first new review will be published this Friday.   Poetry will return next week if not sooner. 

Everything happens for a reason and I have faith that things will not only get back on track, but they will get better.  My New Year’s resolution is to be active in pursuing my dreams and bettering my life.  Less talk of plans and more time and effort implementing them.

Some plans like my trip to Peru have had to be place on hold as a result of purchasing a new to me car, but they haven’t been abandoned. I have been continuing on the path to a healthier me and look forward to the next year biking around town with my friend, Sonia, and taking Luke for walks. Hope all is well with you and yours.

Love, Hugs and Moos,


Jobs… And No I am Not A Workaholic…

My students asked me just how many jobs I have held.  I answered honestly.  I have no idea.

So for them, myself and you dear readers, here is a list.

  1. Retail Clerk at a Fruit Market
  2. Child care worker
  3. Baker
  4. Tarot Card reader
  5. Hotel Clerk
  6. File Clerk
  7. Office Assistant
  8. Shelver
  9. Student Manager
  10. Student Project Manager
  11. Book Editor
  12. Cash Office Clerk
  13. Telemarketer
  14. Technology assistant
  15. Legal Assistant
  16. Office Manager
  17. Receptionist
  18. Model
  19. Bar-back
  20. Bouncer
  21. Wedding Officiant
  22. Waitress
  23. Tutor
  24. Teacher
  25. Department Chair

The above list is complete to the best of my knowledge.  There are a couple jobs I didn’t include because they were volunteer positions and thus not eligible for this exercise.

I love nearly every job that I worked over the years with the exception of being a telemarketer. I liked the people I worked with but not the work, itself.  Thankfully, my parental units insisted that I quit the job after learning that my co-workers were dealing drugs on the side and offering their wares to me, their baby girl.

What does your list look like?

Baby Lu

Project Birthday Blog

Baby Lu
Baby Lu

Many moons ago, a young rosebud was born. And she grew and she blossomed.

One day someone read her a book and then another and another.

Eventually, she learned to read on her own and write. When she was in elementary school, she wrote her first poem. In high school, she started writing short stories.  Shortly before she turned thirty-five, she created this blog.

On October 23, I will be turning thirty-six.  This year I am going to celebrating more than I have in the past couple of years.  As a part of that celebration, I plan on posting everyday until my birthday.  Stretch my writing muscles so that I can finish other projects that I have been working on and really do something about accomplishing my lifelong dream of being a published author.

Hope you enjoy this month’s journey with me.

One of my first poems…. P.S. Poem