Author Archive: Nancy
Indulging
A few days ago I was feeling sad. There was no particular source of my sadness – no single or series of events to make me unhappy or bring the tears to my eyes. Just that general overall feeling of Sadness. I probably could not explain it if I had to, and I probably don’t …
Abandon Ship!
In my first novel, JUST WHAT I ALWAYS WANTED, the main character, Cynthia, is considering making a momentous change in her life. She’s frightened of course, and she turns to her sister, Angela, for advice. Angela responds with a question: “Why do you think there were so many empty lifeboats on the Titanic?” she asked. …
Sweet Girls
Last year on this date, I wrote about a little girl who made me feel a little better about myself at a time I was hurt and vulnerable. (A Lesson In Shame) So today, I thought it would be appropriate to write about another childhood friend. When I was fifteen, my family moved across town. …
Losing My Temper
I don’t handle criticism well. I can pretend to shrug it off, but truthfully, it’s hard. It’s hard to have someone say you’re wrong. It’s harder for someone to say you’re dumb. And it is downright scary for someone to say vicious, even threatening, things about you. Two years ago, I tweeted often about my …
Savoring
This year has been stressful. It seems no one can agree. And everyone not agreeing seems to have permission to be nasty about it. I wouldn’t say fuses are short. More like tempers have no fuse at all – they are just bursting into loud and flaming assh explosions everywhere. Two images I saw this …
Advice From My Best Friend – Part 3
OMG – Theo’s daily Twitter advice continues to grow more popular! Two months ago, I said that Theo is more popular than I am. Well. He just took over my Twitter feed. As of yesterday, my Twitter is no longer called Not Quite Old. It is now officially Theo-sophy I am determined, …
How Old Is Mr. T?
Remember when you were a little kid and you’d meet some other kid in the playground or at school or in a store? One of the first questions you always asked was, “How old are you?” You were a little obsessed with age. You certainly didn’t want to play with a kid too much younger …
Vulnerable
I was speaking recently with a friend, and he said that he finds himself more fearful now that he is older. He said, “I feel vulnerable. Now that I am old and not as strong as I used to be, I worry that someone could hurt me. That in a bad situation I might not …
Love Your Stuff
Recently I wrote that I love my things, but my things don’t love me back. (The Things I Love) And I do love my stuff. But I often find myself minimizing my stuff. You know, pretending that I don’t care about it or that I only bought it because it was on sale – the …
