I WAS A TEEN AGED BANK ROBBER MS EXCERPT - REVISED 1/6/12

This is the introduction to my current W.I.P. which is a story about a girl whose life was virtually destroyed by her emotional terrorist mother and her premature brainwashing by twelve-step dogma, as I detail in this post. 

As I stood, freezing, in the middle of an empty hotel parking lot, located in a tiny coastal town in Maine, I could see a limousine making it's way through the snowy roads towards me.

Even though I'd confirmed the appointment the day before, I still worried. God forbid what may happen, had the car been late, or not shown up, at all.

DREAM CHECK FRIDAY, MAY 11, 2012

Hello Fellow Dreamers! 

How was your week? Mine was positively BRILLIANT! I have been supa busy, getting my life in order and lovin' it!

THE DAY MY DAUGHTER ROBBED A BANK

GUEST BLOGGER SERIES, "THE MOMMA"

"There once was girl, who had a curl, right in the middle of her forehead.  And when she was good, she was very, very good.  When she was bad, she was HORRID."

DREAM CHECK FRIDAY JANUARY 21, 2011

Wondering what this is all about?  click here!

HELLO FELLOW DREAMERS!  HOW WAS YOUR WEEK? I'm getting pretty used to *AWESOME* as my answer.  This week flew by, while I worked on my foundation for the future.  Dream Check Fridays are keeping me on track and I look forward to reading about your goals and the experience of accomplishing them together so, LET'S DO THIS!

(OB Rach Import)The Biggest Mistake of My Life

DOING FED TIME AGE 19

Yes, I robbed a bank when I was 18 years old.  Do I regret it?  Absolutely!  Of all the stupid things I have ever done in my life this was the worst and I really don't know if I will ever recover.

Forget about going to maximum security prison for 19 months.  That was the easy part.  The hard part is living with the consequences of how I entered adulthood with "Aiding and Abetting Armed Bank Robbery" on my record and my heart.  The first has locked me out of nearly every single decent job I've ever wanted to get, or have been offered.  The second gives me the desire to torture myself in nearly every possible way as often as I can even to this day.

(OB Rach Import) I HAVE A TITLE

The Princess Fat in REHAB at 18

Ahhh.  I have a title!  "I Was a Teen Age Bank Robber" Sounds great, doesn't it??  The credit goes to Marna Bunger, a fantastic writer I know who lives in L.A.  Check her site out at http://www.dontmincewords.com She is hysterical and a wonderful writer. You guys will love her!

Thanks Marna!
xoxo

Rach

(OB Rach Import) OMG! I am writing a book!!

My first year at Emerson I thought I was going to die from writing papers.  Okay, death would not result from the actual assignments given; my agony came from the stress these assignments induced in me.  There were so many papers to write and I had absolutely no idea what I was doing.  I remember many over nights  spent red-eyed working on college level writing assignments.  I had no idea why writing papers was so difficult for me. 

(OB Rach Import) My First Book

My first year at Emerson I thought I was going to die from writing papers.  Okay, death would not result from the actual assignments being given; my agony came from the stress these assignments induced in me.  There were so many papers to write and I had absolutely no idea what I was doing.  I remember many over nights  spent red-eyed working on college level writing assignments.  I had no idea why writing papers was so difficult for me.  One thing I knew for sure was that every time I had a new writing assignment, I would know exactly what I wanted to write about and what I wanted to say.  I would put the words on paper and turn my work into my professor full of hope and pride at what I had written, only to be completely deflated by those horrible red marks across my words "where is your thesis?"