"She kickstarted his copy--definitely a pro move!"

Resa is a nationally published writer, editor, author and entrepreneur.

• Resa’s background is business reporting and writing for major newspapers and magazines owned by American City Business Journals, Inc.
• Her passion is capturing the clients voice in every piece of content she crafts
• Her promise is to utilize her experience, creativity and tenacity to organically increase website traffic and boost brand recognition

Whether it’s writing persona messaging for a mortgage company’s marketing campaign, a clear description of a technical service on a plumber’s website or a blog entitled, “How to Make Email Marketing Magic and Blow Your ROI Through the Roof,” she’s got you covered.

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Love Me Madly is not a book about bad dates; nor is it a tale of grief and woe about a two-year trauma Resa suffered in a small, drug-infused North Carolina mill town in 1982. Mostly, it is about the slow, painful progress she made toward realizing how those events during her teenage years impacted how she related to men as a result. She covers her failed marriage, debilitating migraines and a slew of faulty suitors and dating disasters ranging from frightening to hilarious. Through close relationships with her children, conversion to Judaism, intense therapy, her saving grace, Alanon, and too many kayaking trips to count, she became a successful writer and editor and a woman who is finally healthy, confident and content with herself and her life.

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Love Me Madly Excerpts

Here is an excerpt from Resa's book, Love Me Madly: A Memoir.

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I must have been in shock, because I don't remember crying. I wanted Jimmy out of my life and went to school with the sole intent of making that happen. I found him by the water fountains in between classes and quickly informed him that I was never going to go out with him again or speak to him again. But it turns out, approaching a violent man with no thought to repercussions wasn't a smart move. I should have handled it with a little more finesse because he freaked out, telling me he couldn't lose me and wouldn't lose me. I didn’t know what to do; I just wanted to be far away from him.

One day, I walked out of math class with my friend Brent, and Jimmy's fist smashed into his face, knocking him flat on the ground. He told Brent: "Stay away from my girlfriend." I was mortified and worried about my friend. Brent was fine, but Jimmy should have been punished by the school: suspended at the very least. But back then, in my town, that was considered just a high school scuffle and nothing serious happened. G-Town wasn't your typical small town where people work hard and walk down tree-lined streets and drank cherry soda at the corner store and didn't get divorced. It had a hard edge; a town that wanted to be grown-up, but had to be bad to prove it. Maybe it was the smoke chuffing out of the steel pipes of the textile mills that were still operating. Or the rampant drug use. But whatever it was, it was dirty and thick with hopelessness.

I thought that rape was the worst thing that could happen to me there. I was wrong. The nightmare was only just beginning.

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