I'm a paranormal fiction author who was born and raised in the foothills of Appalachia. I'm eclectic, having diverse interests which shows in my writing. I have a degree in Sociology in which my studies focused on crime and deviant behavior and race and gender relations in post-grad. I love to travel, and my varied experiences around the world are woven into my stories. I love reading, music and learning.
I currently reside in the Chicago metro area with my Goddess-like daughter.
As Emma would say, variety is the spice of life, but too much spice gives me heartburn.
I’m a creative in all aspects of the word, including with my body – whether that is with the clothes I wear, how I do my makeup, the fact that my current style is to keep my hair dyed purple, getting various piercings, or meaningful tattoos.
I have more planned with this for the next six months – one piercing and three tattoos.
First the piercing. It’s actually a do over as I’ve had it done before – piercing my tragus. I had it done on the right side, but it didn’t heal right and now there’s scar tissue. That can happen when you do the piercings yourself. 😉 This time around, I’m having a professional do it and having my left tragus pierced.
I will hopefully get the first of three tattoos this Saturday. It’s a very simple one – a black semicolon on my neck behind my right ear. For those unaware, the semicolon has become a symbol of support for suicide intervention and mental health issues – it basically means your story is not over yet. I’m getting it on my neck behind my right ear for personal reasons.
Eventually there will be two more tattoos. From the suggestion from a friend when my Mountain Mama sticker on my car was defaced, I’m going to get the sticker design tattoed on my right arm under my name. No one will be able to take that away from me – forever a Mama and forever from the Appalachian Mountains.
Lastly, once the divorce is finalized, I will mark the occasion with a rainbow phoenix in the center of my upper back. A phoenix to celebrate me rising from the ashes and rainbow to celebrate my re-entry into the LGBTQI community.
So very excited for the future and the version of me I am becoming!
It’s about that time of year again, y’all. All hearts and roses. Ideas of true love and being together forever.
This will be the first time in 20 years that I’m single on Valentine’s Day. That’s not so much of a huge deal to me as you would think because as I’ve said before, my daughter is the love of my life, and I’ve got quite a surprise planned for her.
However, on the romantic side of things, there’s no one to speak of in regards to love and soulmates and all that jazz. So, like Lizzo, I’m gonna be my own soulmate. This year, Valentine’s Day is all about celebrating ME and self love and self care.
First it will start with a spa day – a nice massage followed up by a mani-pedi. I was even thinking of getting some waxing done, but ugh, I don’t think I can go there. Next, I will go shopping – not for anything in particular, but looking for anything that feels nice against my skin. I will wrap it all up with making myself a special dinner and enjoying a bottle of merlot. Ah, heaven.
Of course, I do have to re-institute the annual watching of the horror movie “Valentine” with David Boreanaz. With watching it, you would think I’m bitter, but ah, it’s for the eye candy.
Happy V-Day, y’all – and remember, you can’t love anyone else if you don’t love yourself first.
My period of mourning has been over for a while now. Time to reimagine myself.
First, I’m growing my hair long again. I cut it really short in September 2019. It’s time to embrace the length. I’m still going to keep it dyed creative colors. And I have to say, I’m not the only one excited about this. 😉
Second, my health is finally on an upswing! It’s time to start eating well again. My daughter and I agree, it’s time to get back to low carb, high protein.
Slowly, but surely, all things are working out great. Bomb family, bomb friends, bomb job, and now it’s time for a new and improved bomb ME.
H-town friends have hooked me up with a new sticker. However, a Seattle friend had a GREAT idea – getting a tattoo of the sticker design! I love it! So, looks like “Mountain Mama” will be my sixth tattoo. 😀
As TD professionals, we encounter a lot of different people in the workplace. As we know, diversity in our employees sets us on the right path to being innovative and finding the right solutions whenever issues arise. We never want to limit ourselves when finding the best talent out there.
We need to go even further than this in the training of new employees. Keep in mind that respect for everyone is of upmost importance. On this theme, whenever you’re facilitating a class, don’t touch the participants! Those of us with an HR background know that even the seemingly most non-threatening touch on the shoulder can be taken as inappropriate by the person being touched – and sexual harassment laws do not concern the intent of the actor, but on how it impacted the person being acted upon.
But we also need to think of it this way – we don’t know each individual’s story. What if, just what if, the participant that we touch on the shoulder is a survivor of abuse, and that touch psychologically triggers them? We can never know – unless we’ve been told – so it’s best that we just avoid this altogether.
I know that it can be hard for some of us who are touchy-feely individuals, but as professionals, one of our mantras in the workplace should be, “Keep your hands to yourself.”