I live in an affluent little bubble in the suburbs of Nashville, Tennessee. The poverty and hunger here are well hidden, tucked away behind strip malls and subdivisions with cul-de-sacs and swimming pools. But, if you pay attention, you’ll see... Continue Reading →
I have a handful of badass lady authors who I absolutely love. I love them for their realness, candor and unbelievable talent. I love them for their examples of what it means to live authentically without apology, to be who... Continue Reading →
An indescribable sensation consumes my days. It's something like being trapped between duty and desire. The demands of logic and prudence shouting over the pretty whisper of my gypsy heart. I've become conflicted. Completely certain, and also utterly unclear what... Continue Reading →
I believe it was in the third grade. My teacher passed out paper and crayons to the whole class and gave us one simple assignment. We were to draw a picture of what we wanted to be when we grew... Continue Reading →
I was certain that it wasn't humanly possible to write that many words in a month anyway. He was crazy for even trying, right? Who does that?
I'm spending the day clicking down memory lane. It's time for me to gather my little stories and give them to the world in book form. I'm just amazed looking back on Dysfunction Diaries. I had no idea where it... Continue Reading →
Renee Dubeau 