Being Distributed!
Here’s an update on what’s happening with my memoirs; the ebook and the paperback are being distributed worldwide as I post this.For the moment, the ebook is easily available through… Read more Being Distributed! →
Writing my Thriller novel.
After I wrote my memoirs “Breaking Free:45 Years In The Wrong Body”, I wasn’t sure if I would go on to write anything else as I had not really entertained the notion that I was a real writer, but then something changed in me. People began telling me how what I had written touched them, that they couldn’t put my book down, then I read the reviews of my book on Amazon, I was blown away by the positive comments and I began to feel encouraged, motivated even. I also… Read more Writing my Thriller novel. →
Second Book on the way!
I am so happy to announce that this second book ” Circé’s Art: a post transition evolution “, different from the first one which is a memoir and yet so intimately attached to it since it is also about my transition and identity as a woman. This time, it will be through my paintings that I document and visually narrate my views and awareness of certain aspects of coming into my own as a woman. The paintings from 2001 onwards speak to my evolution since transitioning, as a woman of… Read more Second Book on the way! →
The First Time.
The first time I dressed in the gender I knew myself to be I felt an overwhelming sense of being right, I could finally allow myself to open up as a woman. Imagine hiding from yourself for about forty-five years only to finally find the wherewithal to come out at long last, and this only because your life depended on it. I would, whenever I could draw and paint female models, feel as though this brought me closer to who I was, it was like a secret way in which… Read more The First Time. →
Close Call with a Cold Ending ( free peek )
When I was maybe fifteen, I was playing in our backyard on Albert Street. It had recently snowed so the ice rink that my father had made for us to play on was covered in about a foot or more of snow. It was the wet kind; perfect for making snowballs and snowmen. It packed just right and if you made a snowman, it would stay until a good thaw. I remember this particular incident well. It was early evening, just after supper time. I was with a cousin and… Read more Close Call with a Cold Ending ( free peek ) →
A word from co-writer Dawn Renee Greer
Good morning from Shambhala Farm! I missed this yesterday and it was naughty of me. We all must pay attention, to what we learn and teach, and our fears of… Read more A word from co-writer Dawn Renee Greer →
