Between buildings we passed by a pharmacy that had in its display window a large poster advertising some sort of mysterious medication. The image on the poster was a soft black-and-white shot of a nude woman looking off into the distance with her breasts completely exposed to view. Read the rest of the story
I spent years worrying about what people would think if I finished and published my memoir, Hippie Boy: A Girls Story. I didnt want to hurt anyone, particularly my mom, a devout Mormon who credits the LDS Church with saving her life. And yet it was her obsession and absolute…
Marguerite has a problem. She loves the structure and purpose that Mormonism provides, and — like every good BYU co-ed — she’s dying to land a man. Unfortunately, instead of being a perky blonde out of a shampoo commercial, she’s a shy, nerdy bookworm — and hence practically invisible to…
Inside the British Museum, there’s a tree made of guns and grenade launchers. It’s a sculpture by four artists from Mozambique in a country moving away from war and exploitation. Citizens could exchange something deadly for ploughs, bicycles, and sewing machines. Thousands of weapons were cut up and soldered into…
I just finished reading through several chapters of this book, and they are really funny (and kinda disturbing at the same time)! Are you planning on getting this sucker published when you are finished with it?
Madame Curie — Thanks, glad you like it!
I’m planning to publish it through BookSurge so people will be able to buy both e-copies and physical copies. It’s almost ready to go!
(The text is actually all written, and there are only four chapters left to post online.)
Well, all I can say is, that story is addictive. When I finally get the courage to go ex-mo, that book will be the gift I give my son, so he will know what I saved him from!!!
Madame Curie — Thank you so much!! I’m always happy when people like my stories, and I hope others will find them addictive as well. 😉