Dear Readers of the Blog:

It’s been so long that I almost forgot how to sign in. I miss you! I apologize! Anyone out there in the writing trenches still around? As you may know, I’ve drifted over to TikTok where I’ve been reading snippets of my diaries from my twenties. I’ve found a big audience of mostly twenty-somethings who relate to my ongoing quest for love, sex, poetry, identity and friendship. It’s been an incredible experience rereading them. One theme threaded throughout is trying to be a writer, a poet, part of some larger literary world. Followed always by lots of doubts about being a poseur, an imposter, just not being good enough. There are thirty diaries in total. I’m on #21 when I enter my MFA program and start spiraling big time. It’s really painful, but also sort of beautiful to see how forty years later, I’m still the same girl, or certainly can access her, but to also know that some of those dreams came true.

Sending lots of love and high hopes for the new year. FTF! Catch us up!