NEWSLETTER

February 2023 Showcase

This was a difficult month for me

Photo property of author. My youngest daughter and I on Ash Wednesday.

I’m sitting here waiting for the first of the month, which is payday. I am disappointed in my stories this month, although I did my very best with the energy that I had.

I hope that March will be better. I’m going to be turning 38 in March, which scares me not because I’m getting older, I don’t mind that part, but because I feel like I don’t act like I’m old enough to be thirty-eight.

I have gotten a bunch more work done on the memoir I’m writing, and that makes me happy. The book won’t be everyone’s cup of tea, but I hope that those who need it will come across it. Some of the essays I’ve written here on Medium will be adapted and put into the book, but there will be mostly new content. There’s just so much to write about.

I’m delving into my story using the idea of going from hell, to purgatory, to heaven. I’m going to claim Our Lady of Guadalupe as the patron saint of all those who are stuck in cycles of violence, and I don’t give a shit what the Catholic Church has to say about that. She was there when I needed her and she’s part of that story.

This month it seems like I did write a lot more religious writing than any other month so far, but it was from my heart. I don’t want to be an exclusively…