Monday, June 29, 2015

So Now That I'm Kinda Famous....

So now that I'm a famous best-selling published author

So now that I'm a famous best-selling published author

So now that I'm a published author who has actually sold a few books, my life has changed in miraculous ways.

The day the book was released to Amazon I had a standing 10am meeting with a friend/massage therapist. As I walked in the door, I was greeted with hugs, congratulations and high fives. We spent lots of time rejoicing and planning the future.

I drove home smiling and feeling damn proud of myself.

When I got home, the kids were finally awake (summer vacation as teenagers means staying up all night and sleeping most of the day).  I gathered everyone around for the BIG ANNOUNCEMENT --

Mom's book is selling on Amazon!!!

"Cool."

"Did you get paid?"

"Do we get paid?"

"What's for dinner?"

I know they didn't show their enthusiasm, but they meant it I'm sure.

Never mind their lack of celebration, I'm a real author now!

But, this garbage disposal doesn't seem to be aware I AM A PUBLISHED AUTHOR. It should have some decency and not be broken and spraying gunk out of it!

And my car also isn't aware I AM A PUBLISHED AUTHOR. So it can just stop flashing that 'oil pressure low' light at me.

And why does the pool have another leaky hose? Hello!!!! PUBLISHED AUTHORS don't have pools that leak!

OK so maybe my life hasn't changed all that much. But, still, it's pretty cool and I'm pretty proud that I actually wrote a book.

Although, I bet Stephen King's pool doesn't leak.

(For those of you who have somehow escaped being forced to listen to me tell you about my book -- the link is over there on the right. You can buy it! Please do.)


Wednesday, June 24, 2015

Breaking The Silence- Speaking Out On Domestic Violence In My Own Marriage

This was really hard to write. And even harder to allow to be published.

I kept many secrets for many years.

No more.

The responses I've gotten from this have been heart warming and heart breaking. I've received emails from women all over the country experiencing the same thing yet afraid to speak up, to get help or to leave.

If you've ever seen or heard of an abused woman and asked yourself "Why doesn't she just leave?", please read this. The answers aren't as simple as it seems.





I Watch My Son Dance With Death

The pain of watching your child suffer is horrible. And no one can possibly understand unless you also are dealing with addiction and suicide.

But as a mother I will never give up.





Monday, June 8, 2015

HUGE NEWS! My Book Is For Sale!

This is it!

This is what I have been dreaming about and working for!

My book is now for sale!!!!


Yes it will soon be available on Amazon and Kindle.

For just a short time I'm keeping sales here directly from the publisher. It's one small way to support independent writers and artists.


Friday, June 5, 2015

Second Hardest Post I've Ever Written

It's heart breaking when your child is suffering and you can't fix it.

This is the second hardest thing I've ever written. But I am thankful to YourTango for publishing it.





Find Me Now At YourTango


I'm thrilled to announce I'm now writing for YourTango!

YourTango is a hip, flirty website for women of all ages. 

My first post for them can be found here:



Saturday, May 30, 2015

My Independent Kids & Texts From New York City

Kid 4 is on her annual Honor Society trip right now. This is the trip that for the past two years she has earned every dollar for the cost of the trip herself by babysitting, cleaning other peoples houses and doing odd jobs for friends. For a year she has saved birthday and Christmas money. She earns and deserves these trips.

This year she is taking over New York City.

Many people have asked how I can just let my kids get on a plane or go away without me. My kids are smart, independent and self reliant. I have raised them to take care of themselves and be savvy.

When I am away I call home once per day and talk to each of the kids. You'd think that with six kids it would be a long phone call. Not usually.

Each kid will get on the phone, say yes their homework is done, ask if I left any money for junk food and then quickly pass the phone along to a sibling. Any other important updates (important meaning did I leave money) are done via text during the day.

My kids are experienced travelers. They've been flying alone since they were ten years old and navigating flight changes on their own since about 14. When they travel, there is also limited contact. I only require one text per day saying you are alive and having fun.

Many times I have literally gotten one text per day saying "I'm alive and having fun."

As I sat in Starbucks tonight getting some writing done, I got my daily text from Kid 4. It made me literally laugh out loud.

Here are the daily texts I've gotten this week:

- I told you I needed an appointment with the chiropractor before I left my back is killing me. (OK, but at least she's alive!)

- There were these people walking around Times Square BUTT NAKED they were painted red, white and blue. (Send me a picture. No picture sent)

- What was Nana's maiden name? (Oh good she's at Ellis Island and actually getting some education on this trip)

- I bought a selfie stick! (How much did you pay for that??? No response)

- The roller coaster I'm about to go on says don't go if you have back problems. I'm going anyway. (Good girl, I would too. Her back hurts but obviously she is still alive!)

And now for the text I got tonight that is the weirdest text of all:

- I literally just peed my pants in Times Square

Me: Why????

It's been an hour and no response.

But, hey, she's still alive!