It was only days after my official autism diagnosis that I felt compelled to download and install an app I had sworn never to. For many months, I had been observing how many content creators were resharing their videos that seemed to be created on TikTok. I wanted to see what the app could do... Continue Reading →
Over the last four years, the essay was expanded into a creative nonfiction long-form essay, then eventually outlining and planning out my book.
In these days of self-publishing and ebooks, some people believe that the need for Literary Agents has expired. I have never been one of those people. It has been my desire to be traditionally published. That journey began for me by finishing my Bachelor's degree in creative nonfiction writing. This was followed by post-graduate work... Continue Reading →
It has been a LONG time since I have written in this blog. For my loyal readers, I do apologize! I may not have been writing here, however, I HAVE been writing! If you follow me on social media, you will have seen this past year found my publishing more prolific than ever before! In... Continue Reading →
Wow! I had to look back at the last time I had posted a blog here, I thought I had been writing much more often. Well, I have been writing, I've just not been posting it on here. my Odyssey profile I am so sorry for not keeping you, my readers, updated on my writing... Continue Reading →
In the last month I have been sharing articles about the evolution of my chronic pain treatment as well as what a fellow-traveler (and cannabis patient) has learned walking to Seattle from San Diego.
I've been in control of my writing, editing and publishing on three sites, including this one, for a few years now. First came 420FriendlyRecovery.com (formerly GmaMaggie420), then, in 2013 when I got in touch with my spiritual side, I started a blog about that called Slightely Mormon. I have since changed the name of that... Continue Reading →
Today marks one year since I woke up, preparing for one of the most difficult days of my 50 years, and saw the news a dear friend, Maria Mills Greenfield had passed away. Although my plans had included stopping to see her again when I reached Florida, I would, instead, cry my eyes out watching... Continue Reading →
As I set about performing the tasks required to finish my first books, one that is deeply personal, I am thrown back into pondering about my life. I have lived many lives. And that is not just in relation to the mental illness that has woven my life into many different names and points of... Continue Reading →