How do I introduce a man most of you already know? On my seminal day, the anniversary of my appearance in this world, I don’t know how to write about my greatest gift.

MTM.

He helps me SEE the beauty in minutiae.

MTM

When I want to quit, he tells me I can.

MTM

When I stop believing, he constructs a bridge, guides me across and pushes me onward.

MTM

When I don’t care, he counteracts my apathy with passion and with faith. With a kick in the pants and with love.

MTM

He feeds my body. He nurtures my imagination. He consumes my soul….and he whups my butt in any game.

MTM

Without MTM, I would be Nowhere.

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he wants to ride it

He climbed on it. Again. He wants to ride it All. The. Time.

While I despair. Steroid withdrawal has transformed me into a chronically fatigued version of Cruella Deville. Unspeakable thoughts stream from both mouth and fingers. If I’m not pimping books, I’m most likely ANGRY and in bed.

He wants to ride it anyway.

Bitchy thoughts diatribes don’t deter him. No shower for three days, because it’s too much freaking effort? He doesn’t care. When I draw the curtains, light candles and cocoon, he takes it as an invitation. To ride. And RIDE. AND RIDE.

I try to sleep through it. Because really, what else can I do? He’s oblivious. Determined even. He pumps and thrashes, brakes and grinds whatever my precarious state of mind.

Will MTM ever tire of his bike, now that he’s cleared to ride? I may never stop worrying, but I sure do hope I can find myself in the brain-fogged haze and exhaustion prednisone left in its wake.

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It’s criminal to complain about how I feel, given that I’m blessed with overall good health. I wasn’t prepared for the steroid aftermath. I’ve always been hormonally challenged. I should’ve known taking a drug that screws with my hormones would Cruella me. 

Still.

I’m not accustomed to almost constant super-charged PMS……….Which is what this feels like……….Don’t worry about me………..But please send your kind thoughts and well wishes to poor MTM. No wonder he wants to ride it all the time.

And speaking of TIRED………

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I’m in Chicago from 10 – 13 March. Three appearances only. Penny O’Neill gets my remaining time. She’s putting me up for the duration. I’m energized at the thought of giving her a hug.

If you’re in the Chicago area,
please stop by City Lit Books.
March 12. 6:30 – 7:30pm.

I’d love to meet you, to hear your stories and to inspire you to Make a Memory!

 

mtms packageI get tired of MTM’s package. I mean, don’t get me wrong. I like to unwrap things as much as the next girl……even when I know what’s inside.

Especially when I know what’s inside.

I don’t like surprises.

But MTM and his package……..how do I type this? MTM’s package is the never-ending gift. It’s everywhere.

Our guest bedroom.

All over our office.

The living room.

I’ve forbidden MTM’s package in the bedroom. A girl has to draw the line somewhere.

I can’t go to our storage unit because of MTM’s blasted package. It even haunts me when I open the mailbox and retrieve our mail.

MTM’s package!

Again!

He spends hours staring at screens. Talking to shifty characters about their packages. Even paying mysterious amounts of money for access to their packages.

What’s in MTM’s package, Dear Reader?