Over the last four years, the essay was expanded into a creative nonfiction long-form essay, then eventually outlining and planning out my book.
For over half a century of my life, I had been sexually attractive to someone. I just wanted that part to stop. I just wanted someone to see the daughter of God that I was, and not a piece of meat to use.
As many people whose families are in danger from this virus isolate, signs go up on their doors but life goes on Behind the signs signifying caution people at risk sheltering in place here, there live people. Humans with lives they aren't quite willing to sacrifice to a capitalistic god called the Dow. People who... 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 →
This last week I lost another friend. I started pondering the people I call friends and how we all first connected.
The day after my 51st birthday at 6:19 pm, I was sitting at my dining room table contemplating what I should make for dinner. I nearly jumped out of my skin when the antique telephone ringer that signifies someone is calling my cellphone broke the silence of the small apartment. I looked at the number,... Continue Reading →