Life
2025 has been an amazing year for me and my book, MAYA BLUE A MEMOIR OF SURVIVAL. I’m excited to say MAYA BLUE was nominated for the prestigious 2025 Kirkus Prize. It was chosen as one of Maria Shriver’s 2025 Best Summer Reads, received the 2025 Readers’ Favorite Bronze Award, and was named one of
After The First Time I Was Body Shamed was published, I received several emails containing links to various body acceptance
December can bring many different emotions. Most of us equate the season with a Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, and the
Usually I like that I’m a solopreneur who works from home. The commute is great. I don’t need to put
Some of you may have already noticed I often refer to our ancient ancestors when analyzing reasons for, and the
Today I unpacked seven, cardboard wardrobe boxes that have been in storage for 10 years. I just thought it would
Three years ago I lost 18 pounds. In some circumstances this would be an exciting thing, but in my case
I am eight-years-old and trying not to spill my hot chocolate as I carry it from the kitchen to the
Thanksgiving is upon us and the stress of the holiday season is looming. I look at my Christmas storage closet:
How did we ever reach bras with fasteners in the back? We didn’t reach blouses with buttons in the back.
This has been a banner month for me, right up there with turning 21… and turning 40… and turning 50.
Welcome to the inaugural meeting of the 1010 Park Place book club. We will be discussing some fabulous books that
I’m a person who values the idea of having a margin. I like to have money in the bank, free
Today is my 60th birthday. As you read this, I may be laughing, or I may be crying. Hopefully the
I went on my first diet at age eight. Over the years I’ve given up carbohydrates, fat, protein, fruit, certain
There’s an organized group of walkers where my folks live that requires all participants use walking sticks or hiking poles,
As some of you know, I’m getting married this year. Second time’s the charm. It’s odd getting married at this
I often refer back to cavemen when I try to ponder the human condition. If you’d been a cavewoman, you