Well, I just realized it’s been a year since I updated my web page; evidently I’ve become so enamored of Facebook that my poor site has taken a back seat in the attention drive. Stupid Facebook. Stupid, addictive, informative, time-wasting, sanity-saving Facebook. And don’t even get me started on Twitter (@MaggieLSimone) because I’ve yet to understand how anything meaningful can be said in 140 characters or less.
Be that as it may …
I’ve been a columnist in central New York for nearly 20 years. My first anthology, “From Beer to Maternity,” was a 2010 USA Book News Finalist in three categories. The title was a nod to the fact that I started writing when I quit drinking. Coincidence? Perhaps.
My second book, “POSTED: Parenting, Pets and Menopause, One Status Update At a Time,” is now available for Nook and Kindle. It’s only $.99; you really can’t go wrong.
And my third book, my life’s work, the reason I survived all those times I shouldn’t have – my third book came out in April. “Body Punishment: OCD, Addiction and Finding the Courage to Heal” (Central Recovery Press) took me eight years to write … and fifty to live. I’ve lived with obsessive-compulsive disorder, including trichotillomania (which makes me pull out my eyebrows and eyelashes), anxiety, and depression for so long that they’re simply a part of me, like my freckles. Although certainly more troublesome at times. Because really, how troubling are freckles?
Anyway. My columns are also included in “Not Your Mother’s Book … on Dogs” (2012), “Not Your Mother’s Book … on Home Improvement” (2013), “Chicken Soup for the Soul: My Resolution” (2009), “P.S. What I Didn’t Say” (2009), “Chicken Soup for the Soul in Menopause” (2008), and “Chicken Soup for the New Mom’s Soul” (2007).
You can link to my blog on the Huffington Post here, although I’ve kind of been slacking off on those because frankly, people are so freaking mean in their comments that sometimes it’s easier to just not post. I’ve been told to get thicker skin, but I’ve also been told to quit drinking coffee and I’m not doing that either.
I’ve now won seven national awards for my writing. The first was for an essay in “Family Times, the Parenting Magazine of Central New York” about breaking my daughter’s leg, so that’s nice. It was an accident. The second was for an essay about telling my son I’m a recovering alcoholic so that he didn’t start off with the misconception that drunks are bad people. I’m a very good person when I’m not blasted.
My first national essay was published in Cosmopolitan, a coup which bought me a Golden Retriever named Decker, who is the subject of my children’s book,”Losing Decker.” It is currently floating around in publishing limbo awaiting a publisher, although it has been published as a poem in “So Easy to Love, So Hard to Lose” by Laurie Kaplan. Another children’s book, “Sophie’s Sounds,” was released in 2007. And “Timmy and the Timepiece” is floating with Decker somewhere, keeping him company and trying, most likely, to retrieve its shoe.