Here is another briefish update from the news desk of Alyssa Ruggiero, overachiever and overwhelmed planner who thinks she totally has everything under control but SURPRISE! SHE DOESN'T! (I have kept up blogging!) I am making a final push back date for my second poetry book. Between the holidays taking over and starting a new … Continue reading Second Poetry Book and Holiday Update!
There is a time of year where, if I am lucky, I will remember the very best moments only, and everything else is a giant red and green blur and then all of a sudden it is January 7th or 8th and my kid is ten inches taller and I am crying about her growing … Continue reading And We’re Off!!!!
I have successfully self-published my first poetry book called Fastening the Flesh: A Spiritual Autopsy. It details the most recent transitional years of my life in my own rhythm and verse, as my heart fell apart and was put back together, both by my own hand and the compassion of others. I plan on making … Continue reading Self-Publishing Poetry, One Tear at a Time
This has been a rough winter. And no, not because Stella stopped by and dumped tiny glaciers all over Brooklyn. And not due to anything in my life (for once). Politically the climate is wonky. Outside the climate is wonky. And us as a people have no clue how to move forward in one cohesive … Continue reading All is Well
It's that time of year. Again. The one where I make grandiose promises to myself that I am going to keep up with my writing and then, instead, I find myself buried under wrapping paper and baked goods humming Danny Elfman's Christmas tunes until I am blue in the face. It is that time of … Continue reading Hallelujah
Wow. That was November. It happened. And now it is gone. I worked on my second book, a semi-fictional memoir, for NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) every single day when I could. When it came time for blogging night each week, I became too wrapped up in my book, recounting tales from my life intertwined … Continue reading Alright
Today's coffee is different. It tastes different, though it is the same coffee I have had for two months. The way it goes down feels different. Even the process of making it felt new. Breakfast was different too. Down to the plate I used. Waking up was odd because we got to sleep in today, … Continue reading Morning Coffee