See Me Like This is the tentative title of the book this author is writing. The book is a collection of short, memoir-icle stories about the author’s childhood, that try desperately not to refer to the present but virtually always do. In this online collection, you may (or may not) find versions of work deeply in progress.
This writer grew up outside of Boston with two kind-of crazy Scientologist parents, two younger brothers and several kids who always seemed to be hanging around the house. She went to an unusual boarding school in Oregon, and then spent a year, through the dual fates of luck and hunger, at an art school on an island in Greece. There she sang classical music, wrote a screenplay, found a hatred for oil painting, tried unsuccessfully to get a tan, and ate a lot of omelets. Doomed to seek answers for this nagging desire to understand the universe (instilled within only a few years of birth), this writer’s curiosity has led her to explore oh-so-many things: world-travel, the abandonment of faith-based beliefs, nude-modeling, queer sex & polyamory, the Jesus-yoga-tantra combo, corporate design, temporary veganism, hedonistic drug use, a gay marriage and its failure, shamanistic drug use, reconsideration of faith-based beliefs, and most recently, the wonderfully woowoo coastline of India. Currently, out of this handsome mess, she writes stories and is completing her MFA at Lesley University.
She hopes you will feel welcome, seasoned writer or even amateur reader, to comment on whatever you find posted here.
Thanks for making it this far.
Inside December 