Not That Bad – Dispatches from Rape Culture

I’ve gotten to an age where I am drawn to fiction writing less and less. I’ll be fifty-three in a couple of months. Reading books have gone from being an obsessive pass-time of escapism to a crucial act of self-care. I need to read. I love reading. I live in a world which largely refuses…

A post before The Post

Oh my god, finally!! Hello, friend! Happy New Year! I hope 2019 has been as good to you so far as it has been to me. What does that even mean, right? Because it’s all relative, isn’t it? My “good to me” might be dismal sounding drudgery to you, while your “good to me” might…

America, A Problem to Puzzle Through

On second thought, I do have something more to say. Because there is a need for a record, a kind of accounting of all these becomings, unfolding into newer versions of Maria, reconciling parts of old me with new me. I have captured numerous of my changes in private journals and notes for future publications….

When the Rubber Meets the Road

There comes a time in every writer’s life when she must clear her dedicated writing time of all superfluous, distracting things and of all the people, no matter how much she loves them. And when that time comes, especially for the uninitiated, she shall surely resist, not unlike the ways in which I, myself recoiled….