Single Motherhood

SINGLE MOTHERHOOD SERVED WITH A SIDE OF AUTISM

Thursday, January 29, 2015

So Here It Is - The Super Colossal Mega Big "I've Got A Slammin' Book" Announcement



Ladies and Gentlemen, meet my love child.

This is the Young Adult novel I slaved over for the better part of a year. I took it to the New York Fiction Pitch last April and had two editors (one from a big six house) and two agents ask for the full manuscript. Not just a treatment or a synopsis, mind you, but the whole shebang.

And it turns out that I have a great book that they really enjoyed reading, but they're looking for a quirky teen story with a sarcastic guy or girl with LGBT issues, an eating disorder, suicidal tendencies or a terminal disease.

That's not my book. My girl is wicked smart and incredibly resourceful, her guy is sarcastic, but compassionate, and this is a Sci/Fi fantasy without any vampires, werewolves, angels, demons or dystopian societies.

In other words, it's something new. And I guess they're not looking for that.

But maybe you guys are. Or your young adult/teen kids are. So I'm putting it out there and I'm asking for your help.


Wednesday, January 28, 2015

Mostly Wordless Wednesday: We Don't Say Gesundheit Around Here




My son screams "Voldemort" every time someone sneezes
Once, he was watching Goblet of Fire 
And Harry was dueling with Voldemort
Just as Voldemort threw a curse, I happened to sneeze 
David was sure Voldemort cursed me into sneezing
So he shouts Voldemort! 
Every single time someone sneezes
Even if it's the cat

Tuesday, January 27, 2015

Monday, January 26, 2015

"You Know How It Is....When You're In Love"

So it was a kid-free weekend, and I thought to myself, "Maybe I'll just order pizza.


Lonely, lonely pizza. What the hell, it's better than going out alone.

Friday, January 23, 2015

It's Friday And I'm Sick In Bed, But I Have To Tell You About The Mott Hall Bridges Academy

Yep. Sick as a DAWG (and when you're from the Southwest, I assure you, that means you're really, really freakin' sick - as we say in the Philly burbs).

I'm going to spend today in bed, grateful beyond measure that this is the ex's weekend with the kids. In the meantime, here's a really awesome thing I want to share:

Humans of New York is doing an amazing thing, and it all started with this picture and story:


"Who's influenced you the most in your life?"
"My principal, Ms. Lopez."
"How has she influenced you?"
"When we get in trouble, she doesn't suspend us. She calls us to her office and explains to us how society was built down around us. And she tells us that each time somebody fails out of school, a new jail cell gets built. And one time she made every student stand up, one at a time, and she told each one of us that we matter."

Thursday, January 22, 2015

The Insanely Drunken Story Of The Theatre Party And The Velvet Elvis

[Photo credit: DepositPhotos.com-stevanovicigor]


I was face down, and all was quiet, except for the pounding. It was incessant. It was LOUD. It was unbearable. I had to move. Experimentally, I flexed a leg, only to find that the motion made the pounding louder, if that were possible. I focused hard and summoned all the energy I could, and raised my head. Or tried to. My face was stuck. I tried again, and this time, it worked, my face feeling like it was peeling away - taking some skin with it - from wherever it was attached.

Oh, God.