coffee for the apocalypse

I’m Jenn. I love to read, I love to write, I love to connect, though there are times when I just want to hide. Best of all worlds? Blog!

I own a lot of books. A lot. I have gotten rid of many of them throughout the years but I still have quite a collection. I thought “Why not share them?” so a good chunk of my content, at least at first, will be about these tomes that I adore so much.

I also write a lot. I have written 4 novels so far and I’ve worked/am working on countless other novels and short stories. It’s my passion. I have loved writing since I was a child and I have only once had the nerve to actually share. The reviews from that book were good but (spoiler alert) they were from friends and family. I’m on a mission to change that.

“So… Jenn,” you say, “what’s with the name?”

Literary- referring to literature. Gormandizer- one who consumes voraciously. Usually ref. to food or drink.

While the literature part is obvious the gormandizer part has a couple layers. I consume reading material voraciously. I consume food in much the same way, thus I also have a mission to maintain a “normal” weight after being overweight my whole life. I lost 120 lbs over the last year and a half. Unfortunately, I gained about 30 back after a traumatic incident last Dec. I’m working on it and you can see more about that journey by following me on Instagram @alittlelessjenn.

I used to consume alcohol voraciously. So much so that I feel lucky to have made it through some of the nights that I did. I have been sober for 4 1/2 years. One day at a time.

And finally I see it as a bit of a tribute to my love of music and punk/rock. There used to be a little place called CBGB:OMFUG. “Country, Bluegrass, and Blues and Other Music for Uplifting Gormandizers.” I visited the original CBGB’s in June of 2001. Joey Ramone had just died and I made the pilgrimage with a few friends during a high school theater trip to NYC. It was day time and we walked in since the door was open. We found a very pissed off Hilly Kristal on the phone at his desk. He told us to get out, they were closed. He was a dick but I get it, it was mid-day and we just wandered in. He didn’t get where he was by letting people just get away with shit but I digress.

I am a wife and a mother. I try to be good at the mom-ing, the school socializing a la PTA and room parenting, housekeeping, adulting, etc. and still keep my creative spark and internal kernal of who I am but I have always felt a bit like an outsider. So here is a blog for some of you who also feel like outsiders but keep on trying.

Welcome!