by Kiersten Hallie Krum
Early last week, after about seven months of searching, first for a house, then for an apartment that would take me and my fur babies, I finally found a new home for all of us–that I will move into in around a month’s time. This means I have about six weeks (if I’m super lucky) to pack up the place where I’ve lived for the last nine years and move (in-state) to the place I’ll likely be in for at least the next seven or eight years to start.
Yep, I’m running full tilt right into the end of 2017. Full steam ahead. Phasers on stun. No rest for the wicked. Power on through. Every weekend from here on in is a packing weekend (with the exception of Thanksgiving day, of course). A drawn-out, slow trip down a sometimes painful, bittersweet memory lane.
It’s be a lousy year, Lady Smutters. Politically for all of us, and personally for me as it kicked off with the death of my mother in January. Don’t get me wrong, there has been a lot of good among the bad–first trip to Florida, new book released, award win for debut novel–but I’m sure ready to kick the holy hell outta this year and plunge into the next, hopefully better one soon as the ticking clock can get me there.
New Year. New Home. Nothing but good times ahead.
There’s been a lot of news lately about the sexual exploitation and harassment of women and, God save us, children by men in political and professional power. News that makes my stomach curdle and my soul ache. Many of the responses have been equally repellent as the women making these accusations have found their lives and their credibility shredded and shamed on the public altar of social media and media in general. I have a lot of thoughts about all of this, thoughts and feelings that are still processing only to be newly outraged with each new announcement of horror and violation. Each squirrely, slimy justification made for the unforgivable abuses these men have committed.
But it’s the woman who are shamed.
It’s mind boggling.
I wrote a post some time ago about our culture of shame. of how people are publicly shamed almost before the full story has been realized, a shame that can follow people for years and even drive some to suicide out of unbearable shame.
More than ever, public accountability is key to keeping TPTB, well, accountable. Yet in a world rife with cyber bullying to the extent that people have committed suicide because the feel their lives have become unbearable as a result of being bullied, the culture of shame has almost become a spectator sport. Where do we draw the line between holding entities accountable for ofttimes severely shitty behavior and effectively flogging them in effigy in cyberspace?
Happy Thanksgiving, Lady Smutters. Thank you for being such an integral part of what we do here. Hug your loved ones, drink some wine, eat too much pie, and be grateful for all the good you generate in each other’s lives.
If you’d like to read about women without shame and the SEAL heroes who fight to win them, be sure to check out my award-winning debut novel Wild on the Rocks and its follow-up, SEALed With A Twist, both available exclusively from Kindle.
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Kiersten Hallie Krum writes smart, sharp, and sexy romantic suspense. She is the award-winning author of Wild on the Rocks, and its follow-up, SEALed With a Twist. She is also a past winner of the Emily Award for unpublished novels.
A member of the Romance Writers of America, the New Jersey Romance Writers, and the Long Island Romance Writers, Kiersten has been working in book publishing for more than twenty years in marketing and promotion. At other times in her career, she’s worked back stage for a regional theater, managed advertorials for a commerce newspaper in the World Trade Center, and served as senior editor for a pharmaceutical advertising agency.
Writer, singer, editor, traveler, tequila drinker, and cat herder, Kiersten avoids pen names since keeping her multiple personalities straight is hard enough work. Born and bred in New Jersey (and accent free), Kiersten sings as easily, and as frequently, as she breathes, drives fast with the windows down and the music up, likes to randomly switch accents for kicks and giggles, and would be happy to spend all her money traveling for the rest of her life.