The Last Ark of The Covenent
I’m Pro-Choice Because I Love My Kids
I’m not political. This isn’t a political blog. But the whole Rush Limbaugh/Sandra Fluke kerfuffle and Obama’s excoriation by the religious right has me steaming.
Softball Mom
“Wow, your daughter’s got quite an arm!” says a dad sitting next to me at Little League softball tryouts. “Oh I don’t know … I
I’m Prejudiced Against Women With Fake Breasts
The Alcoholic Hairdresser … who erroneously dyed my blond hair black, then blamed it on my anti-depressents, then had to strip my hair of all
The Love Your Body Now Project – Healing Body Image Issues Through Fine Art Nudes (Shannon)
As many of you know, I’ve been seen naked round the world of late. Starting with my first naked post Am I Really Fat? which
Walk the Walk, Naked Lady! (Fine Art Nudes)
This story was featured on THE TODAY SHOW. I posted fine art nudes I took 20 years ago for an article called “Am I
Promiscuity Changed My Life
I want to share one of my Life-Changing Moments inspired by: THE MOMENT: Wild, Poignant, Life-Changing Stories from 125 Writers and Artists Famous & Obscure In
What Jealousy Drove Me To Do
Jealousy’s a bitch hound from hell. A bitter pill. An acrid taste in your mouth. And inescapable. Don’t even bother trying. She’ll track you to
She Deserved To Be Judged …!
Hey Pot, You Calling the Kettle Black? I went shoe shopping with my friend code-name Tango 5-6. She wanted a pair of 200$ Mephistos. “Do
I See You’ve Managed To Get Your Nudes Out, Again!
Today’s Post is About Hubris Excessive pride. Posting nude photos from 20 years ago got me on the cover page of the Women section on
Do You Bore Your Kid?
I have two daughters, 7 &9 One needs constant conversation and connection. The other is a day-dreamer who entertains herself with her own stories. The
Am I Really Fat? (Combatting Body Dysmorphia with Fine Art Nudes)
(Disclaimer. Some of you will read this blog and think, “Why doesn’t that skinny bitch shut the f-up?” In Los Angeles I’m not thin. But
Writing For Idiots!
There you are, you Empty Page. I face you now, typing fingers drawn, ready to scribble you into the oblivion from whence you came.