post-traumatic growth…one day at a time
K. Susanne Jones 
A little piece of advice – don’t try to revise and line-edit a book at the same time as you’re editing the formatting. #mybrainisfull So, updates. Mom is a rock star, and breezed through her mastectomy like any of the rest of us would handle a pedicure. If there was ever any question about the … Read more
Sooo….as I get closer to that incredibly scary day when I publish my first novel, I’ve been looking into things like my pen name. When I started publishing self-help books I just chose a good version of my own name and went with it. But it turns out I’m not the only writer who thought … Read more
That’s my version of a unifying theory – it answers every question. Why aren’t you smiling? How come you haven’t had a date in so long? Why are you chasing that three-cheese lasagna with three pints of Ben & Jerry’s and a bottle of wine? Because fuck you, that’s why. I’m a little angry this … Read more
I had my heart broken recently. And in a ridiculous irony, given the state of my radical feminist brain as of late, it was not a man who broke it. It was a couple of women who I considered to be great allies and safe confidantes. I had thought we were ‘three’. I had thought … Read more
Yes I’m re-using that picture. It makes me smile, deal with it. My arm hair returned recently, along with a small but annoying case of acne. These are things I’d dealt with before chemo removed them both and replaced them with that sexy, hairless-cat look and hot flashes. Now they’re both back, and I’m doing … Read more