A Final Farewell to The Couch Chronicles

A little over three years ago I embarked on creating an outlet, a place to let it all out, to rant, vent and release the storm stirring inside of me.  I was, to put it lightly, a Hot Ass Mess or as my good pal Charlene used to say, a HAM.  

 The Couch Chronicles became the one thing I had absolute control over.  It was mine, to do with as I pleased.  Many times it came under fire from people not willing to see passed their own nose, the chismosos who wanted to dissect it and read between the lines.  The blog was made public for a reason, I have nothing to hide.  There is no hidden agenda.  What you see is what you get.  Like it, don't like it.  If you want to know something, ask.  If I want to share something, I will.  If I want it kept private, I won't.  

 I've decided that 2016, although quite the ratchet year for ShowBiz, has not been my worst.  In fact, it's become one of the best in recent years.  So it's time for me to say goodbye to The Couch Chronicles.  It has served me well.  It has helped me heal, let go and move on.  

 As a final farewell, I will publish the last few drafts between now and the end of the year.  To all of you (all five of you) who have read, commented and shared this blog, thank you.  It's been fun people.  Stay tuned...life in Cali is worth writing about.

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  1. UnknownJanuary 18, 2017 at 2:07 PM

    I meant to keep up with this more than I did but I just got busy. I hope you are doing well Aunt Cindy!

    I can't thank you enough for being there for me as I started college. You definitely helped me navigate my way through something no one else in my family had experienced.

    Love you tons!

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  2. CynRodzJanuary 18, 2017 at 8:30 PM

    Kiddo, since the day I met you, I knew we'd be forever connected. You are very welcome and very much loved. You have grown into an amazing man. You have a wonderful family and I wish you all the very best. Love you!

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