This award-winning, unpublished memoir, A Minor, Unaccompanied, stitches the healing effects of music in Richard Antoine White’s I’m Possible: a story of survival, a tuba, and the small miracle of a big dream (2021) with grooming in Alisson Wood’s Being Lolita (2020) and youth homelessness in Vicki Sokolik’s If You See Them: Young, Unhoused, and Alone in America (2024).

Overview

A week before my fourteenth birthday, twenty-five-year-old Hugo gives me a novel about a girl who falls in love with an older man. Flattered, and hungry for love and attention, I follow the script for two years. But Hugo ignores me when we’re not having sex. Hoping to reinvent myself, I grab my flute and join a Wisconsin commune only to latch onto another man. We hitchhike to British Columbia where I’m enrolled at a private school, and whereupon he departs. The school turns out to be a scam. Another swindled “student” offers me a ride home to Chicago, but instead, dumps me near San Francisco where I run into a commune member who trafficks me for four nights. Ashamed and broken, I return home, hoping Hugo will love me, but finally see the truth about our relationship.

I’m seventeen when my mother remarries and moves across the country. I refuse to accompany her and stay behind to finish high school, but am devastated. As always, flute playing gives me solace. When I befriend an older woman, she invites me to live with her family. Though I rebel against the abstinence she requires, her friendship and my musical goals light the spark of self-worth within me. I learn that sex is not the most important sign of love–self-esteem is.

Partial or full manuscript available to literary agents upon request.

Bio

As a freelance writer, former magazine editor, and current producer of syndicated radio programs Radio Health Journal and Viewpoints, I have over 700 by-lines. My work is in Newsweek,  The Sun and numerous literary journals, including excerpts of my memoir. I was also a 2023 Doris Betts Fiction Prize finalist. I live in Asheville, North Carolina, with my husband of forty-plus years, and two black dogs often mistaken for small black bears on leashes. To contact me click here, or see the contact tab in the menu.

About This Blog

Self-love hasn’t come easy for me. What I felt for years was self-hatred; hatred for the pain I felt, the shame I experienced, the things I’d said and done, or the things that were said and done to me. But that feeling, that attitude thankfully changed. How? By embracing the pain, embracing the shame, the fear, by looking at each and all those painful feelings deep within myself, and not flinching. Easily said. Hard to do.

I will share a bit of how I came to believe in myself, and the things that helped me, things like readings, spiritual exercises, people, and so on, plus some of the struggles and setbacks I’ve had on the journey to self-love. But one thing I’ve never done is give up. I never gave up on myself. A solid nugget deep inside me was good, though buried and hidden. I wanted to find it and believe in it. And I did. You can, too. Just have faith that it is there. Have faith that you will find it.

“But one thing I’ve never done is give up. I never gave up on myself. “

And a word of note.

This is definitely and foremost a spiritual blog. It is not my intention to proselytize any particular denomination or religion. My feeling is that they all have something to offer. And to be completely transparent, as of this writing I don’t belong to, or attend any kind of house of worship other than my own meditation corner of my bedroom, and the moment by moment walks in this life with the God of my understanding and my spiritual guides.

And with that said — welcome!