Confessions of a Romance Writer 10

Eureka! I found men! Oodles and oodles of men. Fat ones, skinny ones, sexy ones…. OMG I struck it rich! Where has this site been all my life! The site is called myYearbook and it is filled with yummy men. A girl could get carried away. Oh, to the hell with it! I’m getting carried away! And the best part about it is, it’s free! You heard me, no membership fees! You have got to check this site out, you will not be sorry. But I warn you, you better down a couple of energy drinks before you hit the keyboard. It is very fast paced, with tons of activities to help you find the man or woman of your dreams. And I think you have a very good shot of it here. The people who developed this site are genius’. It’s a sexy, savvy version of facebook.




What’s more I found Wiccan men, juicy, luscious Pagan men, oh boy, am I gonna have fun! Watch out boys, there’s a witch on the prowl! All those tasty morsels, it’s a smorgasbord! The developers have this ingenious game called blind date that matches people and gets them to check out each others profiles that’s half the battle, then you can take it from there. Although, I will add a word of caution here, you should always use your best judgment when dealing with any kind of online dating and even though the developers do their best to help to keep you safe, your ultimate safety is your responsibility. Never rush into meeting someone just because they give you a smooth line. But with a mature perspective you can have a blast!



I haven’t mastered all the ins and outs of the site yet, there are so many to explore, but one of the features is that people can bid on owning your picture and it can get pretty intense and it is also very flattering. The other day I found myself riveted while two men battled it out over me. Go figure! I have received numerous emails and some were very sweet. There is a feature incorporated into the message system if you need to report abuse and you can always remove someone from your friends list, although the potential is there I have not encountered such a problem.



You can send each other cute savvy, sexy flirts and gold stars and high fives in all the site is designed to get you to meet people and have the most pleasant experience you can. You can also give gifts and stickers. All purchased with lunch money you earn by playing the games. And then there is your popularity rating. It starts out high and then it’s up to you to keep it up. All in all I think you will enjoy it I do.



Now enough of being the nice witch, it’s time to go hunting!

Until next time Blessed Be

Confessions of a ROmance Writer 9

This one’s for all the single mother’s.



Well another Mother’s Day has come and gone. I spent my day alone for the most part. Well, alone is not really the right terminology. You see, my children are all grown and have their own respective families and obligations to their extended families. They spend the day running. I prefer to stay home and relax, after all, that’s really what the day is all about. But alone, I am never alone. I am a priestess of the Most high God of this Universe, He is always with me walking with me, talking to me. I am also a witch, and with that I also practice a form of meditation called astral-projection. I usually spend mother’s day with my grandmother Assunta. She crossed over about twenty years ago, but I still glean her wisdom to this day. She was an Italian witch when it was not safe to admit who you really were. She grew up in the back hills of Palermo, in a town called Gangi. There she learned life’s lessons and the craft. My grandmother is a very wise woman and I always enjoy sitting at her feet and taking her council. As we walked through the Summerlands this year she laid it upon my heart the importance of motherhood and about a aspect of it that is not always appreciated. She spoke to me about all the single mothers in the world today, something that was a rarity when she was young. Women stayed with their men back then regardless of their treatment. It was unheard of for a woman to be independent unless she was a widow. My grandmother knew this all too well, she had fourteen children and my grandfather was a womanizing, abusive drunk. But she stayed lived on a farm in rural Massachusetts and didn’t even enter a grocery store until she moved to New York City. It was when she moved to the city that she encountered single mothers for the first time and at first it perplexed her, and then it marveled her. The tenacity of these women, who by then it was the early fifties, seemed to defy all traditions and social norms. By the late sixties and early seventies It was considered epidemic, as a new sexuality and an increasing amount of men shirking their responsibilities took the forefront. But now, it is for the most part a personal decision, but there are still too many men who don’t step up and do the right thing.

Single mothers have a very hard life. Although most will say the do fine alone, the challenges that they meet on a day to day basis would be easier with a significant other. Romance for the most part, is not the most prevalent thing in their lives. The pendulum as we are very aware swings both ways. Either she is faced with the decision to step up and have a social life, that sometimes can get out of hand or she sacrifices all and then is pitied. Whichever the case may be, romance is essential in ones life and a single mother has to meet many challenges to obtain that lofty goal. But they need romance in their lives. Every woman needs romance in her life. And so, I come to the lesson my grandmother so wisely chose to teach me this year, and that is to admire and appreciate all the single mothers on this Mothers Day. My hat’s off to them and I want to thank them for putting up the good fight. I want to thank them for their devotion to their children and stepping up and being two parents instead of one. And my greatest wish would be for them to have true romance in their lives and that all those reading this will help to bring that to fruition. Single moms need the love and support of their families and friends and a babysitter now and then. To all I hope you had a blessed Mother’s Day until next time
 Blessed Be!