Meet my Muse

I have a muse! I never even knew he existed until today. His name is Momus, the Greek god of satire. (Not to be confused with Momus the Scottish singer with an eyepatch who looks just weird enough that he must have competed in the Eurovision song contest.) @OfficialMomus, as I’m sure his Twitter handle […]

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Why I Write

I write because I am 41 years old and want a career that I am passionate about, and I’m too old to be a Hooters girl. I write to say all the things I have pushed down and bottled up because I haven’t had the courage or opportunity to say them out loud in the […]

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