Gender Chaos…Sorry, I Am Not a Man

I’m the first to admit that I am not the most feminine gal, however, I certainly don’t think I look like a man. Apparently the rest of society, including my mother, begs to differ. For as long as I can remember, random situations have led to my being mistaken for a man. I’ve taken steps to remedy the problem by growing my hair, using makeup, and wearing more colorful clothing. Still, not a week goes by when I am not treated to the sound of someone asking: Can I help you, sir? The last month has been particularly frustrating because it seems to be happening more frequently, and people appear genuinely shocked/confused when they discover that this guy is in fact, a gal. Allow me to explain.
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Letter to My 17-Year-Old Self

Dear Blockhead,

You’re a senior in high school, and just a few weeks away from graduation. You still don’t have a clue about what to do next so you might want get moving on those college applications. Do you really plan to spend the rest of your life working the drive-up window at a bank? You can’t stand that job but even worse, your mother works at the same branch. Remind me why you’re there? That’s right, your parents decided it was an ideal introduction to the workforce so you went along with the plan. Heaven forbid you should speak your mind, get an age-appropriate job or think for yourself. By the way, how’s that business attire you borrowed from your mother working out? Read more…

Managing My Wiener

Last week, you were introduced to my boy Chip along with his plethora of behavioral issues. The arrival of my second dog, Autumn, offered Chip the companionship he clearly needed and peace replaced chaos in our home. Everything changed on August 1, 2009 when…

Forget it. I’m just going to let Autumn take things from here. She has a far better understanding of Chip and his issues so let’s see what she has to say. Read more…

Next to You Book Blitz by Claudia Y. Burgoa

After finishing Where Life Takes You, the original idea had been to write it from both POV’s. However after sending the first draft to my editor and my beta reader, we concluded that it was best to write it only from Dan’s. However here is one of the scene’s from Becca’s POV, while she’s away:

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Crouched into a little human ball, I remain in the corner of the floor inside my ten by ten foot new room rocking back and forth. The cozy bed remains undone, covers on the floor and I shiver from the nightmare I just had. The picture of Dan and I siting on the night stand stares at me. Ty’s family watches me from the small desk. For me, for them, for a better future, I repeat to myself while steading my breaths. My progress in the last three months is outstanding according to the doctors. I called it bull shit and they insisted for me to tone down my voice and use a more appropriate vocabulary. Read more…

A Dominatrix and a Dachshund

“Steph, they don’t always graduate.” ~ Advice from a friend when I began training with my dog, Chip.

I spend most of my time writing/sharing about Autumn, my special needs pup. Sometimes, readers don’t realize that I actually have two dachshunds. My older guy is, like Autumn, a red-haired dachshund who unfortunately came equipped with their standard willful attitude, and a penis. We’ll address the penis later. Read more…

What I’ve Learned From Blogging

Last week, I received a notification from WordPress reminding me that it was the two-year anniversary of my website. My initial reaction was: thanks, no big deal, delete message, and move on. Although I still don’t consider it a parade-worthy event, I do see it as an opportunity to reflect on some lessons I’ve learned over the last two years.

I remember the day I published my first post and attempted to share it on Facebook (I was still a Twitter hater. I know…) but not because I wrote anything mind-blowing, hilarious or insightful. Honestly, it sucked. The reason I recall the now infamous first post is because, while sharing, I misspelled the link to my own website. Three times. Read more…

The Anti-Bucket List

I would be lost without my lists but I also struggle with OCD and I’ll do anything to avoid clutter in my living space. Prior to the advent of tablets and smartphones, which allow us to conveniently keep lists via apps, my house looked like a Post-it note assembly line. They were stuck to the walls, desk, doors, computers, refrigerator, and even the dashboard of the car. I compose lists for everything: tasks that need to be completed, brilliant ideas (that often crash and burn), topics for writing, things I want to sell, things I shouldn’t buy (but probably will), bills to pay (we can ignore those), calls I have to return (I put those off until the last second), and my personal favorite, the grocery store. My lists are no longer on multi-colored squares dangling about the house but instead remain neatly tucked away on my phone and tablet. However, there is one list I’ve never had the desire to make: a bucket list. Read more…

Lockdown: Why I’d Never Survive Prison

Orange is the New Black, a Netflix original series titled after a book by the same name, proves that even women’s prison can become mainstream entertainment. The series is based on a memoir written by Piper Kerman, who was sentenced to 15-months in a minimum-security prison after she pled guilty to drug trafficking and money laundering. She committed the crimes nearly ten years earlier, while of course, she was in the midst of a torrid love affair. Ah, love is blind. When her past swims up and bites her in the ass, the over-privileged Kerman must surrender her freedom and enter the seedy world of women’s prison. Whaaa, are we supposed to feel sorry for a spoiled, rich knucklehead who made bad decisions and paid the price? Or, is this an opportunity to remember that no matter how many entertaining and creative liberties the show’s writers/producers took, prison is not a place where any normal person would want to risk spending even ten seconds? Read more…

Facebook Friend Requests: Who Cares?

Friend requests. This is one of the main reasons I tend to shy away from building my Facebook network and instead, gravitate towards Twitter. Not only is Twitter short, sweet, and to the point but it also allows users to follow people who catch their attention. No permission required. On the other hand, Facebook requires users to send the dreaded friend request that also carries with it, the possibility of rejection. Here’s where things start to get dicey in my world. Read more…

Author Spotlight…Margie Miklas

Welcome to another author spotlight post where I introduce you to some of my favorite indie authors and give them an opportunity to let it all hang out. In this segment, I’d like to introduce you to my wonderful friend, Margie Miklas. Margie has written two books about her adventures in Italy and recently, she sat down to answer a few questions and have some fun. I’ll include links to Margie’s website and social media accounts at the end of the interview so you can connect with one of my favorite friends. I know you’ll enjoy getting to know the lady behind the limoncello so now, I’ll turn things over to Margie. Read more…