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Requiem to a 'Dead' Acquaintance

Last night, a long-term acquaintance de-friended me on FB. Simply because I didn't hup to and kiss her ass for her simplistic and sophomoric political outlook on one topic. Funny enough, all it took were 3 tepid sentences & BAM! I received an onslaught of post-menopausal hysteric private messages. You'd think I committed treason! Fuck man, I should've not been so polite and really let her know how I felt. But I gave her respect. Talk about casting pearls before swine! I made the assumption she was intelligent. But we know what the word "assume" stands for. But that's not what got me - it was the fact that she had no friendship, love or respect for me. That blindsided me.

Someone that I Used to Know



"Now and then I think of all the times you screwed me over   
But had me believing it was always something that I'd done
But I don't wanna live that way
Reading into every word you say
You said that you could let it go
And I wouldn't catch you hung up on somebody that you used to know"

{Lyrics by Gotye}

It's Easier Buying a Gun & Coke than it is in Getting a Prescription Filled....

Yesterday, I went for another round of tests with my audiologist. As I wrote countless times in my blog, I've SSNHL in one ear resulting in tinnitus and inability to understand human language and all that accompanies it. My ability to focus, concentrate, sleep and hear has been eradicated because of unfiltered sounds blasting through my brain, deafening me in the 'good' ear. Just as I thought I was able to deal with that, having effectively insulated myself in my home, rarely going anywhere, something shifted the recent few months. It took form as hypersensitivity to all sound, dizziness, losing my equilibrium and, lastly, intermittent tinnitus in the good ear. Sadly, it's at a different frequency than the other one. And the two don't harmonize at all.

How NOT to Help a Reporter Out! They HATE my stuff! {UPDATE}

I joined a service, Help a Reporter Out where journalists, newscasters and writers seek credentialed 'experts' to help them out with stories or pieces for their research.

A serious article I wrote was recently published in TheGrindstone as well as a slightly comical one. Motivated, I responded to several other requests. Just don't understand why these weren't published.


Two Heads are NOT Better Than One - Silly & Sillier





Welcome to Dysfunctional Corporate America







Being a writer of satire, mostly corporate satire, I draw from my own experience. Without doubt, I've worked for and amid the most dysfunctional people.

Ghosts of Past Lovers - Yes, the Flatulent Devil Story


PERFORMED IN FRONT OF A LIVE AUDIENCE NOVEMBER 2011

From "Arc of Passion" by Maura Stone
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Big Fish in a Small Pond


Being an obscure writer living in a small village has one major disadvantage: you're no longer obscure. The old saying, 'big fish in a small pond' is quite true. Every thing I do, as boring as it may be, bears scrutiny. Then, there're certain people who believe they're entitled to put the 'famous author' in her place.