Who says you can't go home again? A few weeks ago, I returned to my hometown of Gorham, Maine for the holidays, and a book event at my high school friend Karen's new venue, Grand Central Wine Bar. Having a new bar in Gorham is a very big deal. This town is so small that … Continue reading Going Home Again
Happy Thanksgiving, everyone, from the Horseshoes and Hand Grenades family! If you are a victim of sexual harassment or assault, like the characters in my novel, I encourage you to acknowledge that your experience "counts" and you deserve to heal, if you haven't already. No matter the "severity" of what happened, a line was crossed … Continue reading Happy Thanksgiving!
Warning: This blog post is going to raise some hackles. Sorry not sorry. I’m not old-fashioned, but when it comes to traditional Trick-or-Treating being usurped by Trunk-or-Treating, I am willingly stuck in the past. Allow me to mix my holiday metaphors and show you the ghosts of Halloween past, present and future. The Ghost of … Continue reading What’s Wrong with Trunk-or-Treat
You know that stage in a ball's life when your dog has torn so many holes resulting in so many sharp or rough edges that you start to fear it's going to hurt the pup's mouth? Funny how that is also the exact stage when the dog's bond with the ball solidifies into an irrational, … Continue reading Fun Photo Friday: Korra’s Tattered Ball
A dear friend who understands the incest and sexual harassment themes of Horseshoes and Hand Grenades is allowing me to publish her original poem here on my blog. <3 Portrait My brother lifts the blanket off my feet. His fingers climb my inner thighs. I am eight. He tells me to be quiet. I flatten … Continue reading Poem: Portrait