My Writing Journey

Drop Dead Life on Kickstarter

»Posted on Aug 8, 2013 in BLOG, Coping With Loss, Dating For Widows, Death Of Spouse, DROP DEAD LIFE, Featured, Memoir Excerpts, Parenting & Loss, Publicity, & Interviews, Sudden Death | 0 comments

For the past ten years, I have been advocating for widows, women, defibrillators in schools, and a treatment for Brugada Syndrome—the sudden death cardiac condition both of my daughters, unfortunately, inherited from from my late husband, Erik. And now, I am reaching out for help to reach 100% of my Kickstarter funding goal by 8/19 so that I can publish my forthcoming memoir, Drop Dead Life: A Pregnant Widow’s Heartfelt and Often Comic Journey about Death, Birth, and Rebirth. This is more than a story about widowhood. Drop Dead Life dives deep into the worlds of online dating, hereditary depression, finding humor, parenting, afterlife connection, and the belief that each of us—regardless of our circumstances—can create the love and happiness we...

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DROP DEAD LIFE Gains Literary Interest

»Posted on Feb 21, 2010 in BLOG, DROP DEAD LIFE, My Writing Journey, Publicity, & Interviews | 0 comments

DROP DEAD LIFE, the blog, must make a shift. Despite my own insecurities as an intellectually under-stimulated mommy of four wild children, ages 2 through 12, my memoir, DROP DEAD LIFE, a pregnant widow’s poignant, heartfelt, and often comic journey through death, birth, and rebirth, has recently sparked enthusiastic literary agent interest. So, what this means, I imagine, is that my book will eventually end up in your local stores. Still difficult for me to believe, but it is going to happen. In other words, I can no longer post chapters-in-progress on my blog, for fear that you will not want to stand in line to purchase the actual book. A solution? Suggestions? The best I’ve come up with is to write about life, in the present. No longer will I...

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Confronting the Lion (Prologue)

»Posted on Aug 23, 2009 in BLOG, DROP DEAD LIFE, Memoir Excerpts | 0 comments

Have yet to figure out the descent from these mountains I have climbed. Two butterflies, burnt orange in shade, dance frantically around me, only an inch away from each other. Bells in the distance, buoys navigate the way, and the fog horn blows on this clear sun-filled day. There are no whales to be seen down below. No seals doing somersaults. No deer hopping their way through the golden summer bushes. I turn off my music so that I may hear the mountain lion preying on me for her morning feast. I figure if she eats me, it was meant to be my day. Beneath my breasts is now a belly which is softer than it was—a capsule recycling souls who have been here before. The power of this womb. What meaning lies ahead for this heart I will reveal one day? A grand ...

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