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On Turning 65

Until about five years ago, if you asked what the number 65 meant to me, I would’ve replied, “That was a great year! That was the year the Beatles released Rubber Soul! I was 14 and I’d just written my first batch of songs.” These days, however, it means I have to make a trip […]

Scattered Moments

Why You May Not Want to Hang Out With a Writer

Sometimes when I’m up late, not feeling creative enough to write and I want to knock myself out so that I can sleep, I site hop around the internet. It seems I always find something worth saving, and last night I came across the following. It started out as a little meme about why you […]

With A Dream

Many of you will remember that With A Dream, Book 1 of my rock and roll series, Beyond The Bridge, was initially published in 2011. In a perfect world that edition would have been flawless. The problem was, it was my first attempt at wearing all the hats as a self-published author, and mistakes were […]

A Little Bluer, If You Please

Every now and again I think I might take up walking as a means to find interesting things to photograph for this blog. One of my all-time favorite blogs is The Smitten Image, where the author and photographer shares her visual and emotional perceptions of the world in which she lives. Each post, besides being beautiful, […]

Quiet Zone

I enjoy a great deal of quiet in my life. Not as much I’d like to, but enough to keep me happy and sane. Because I was raised in a quiet household, unnecessary noise really bothers me. Slamming doors, loud voices, visual clutter, and emotional unrest really play havoc with my nervous system. I’m not […]

Home Again

The mark of a great song is that no matter who hears it or who performs it, each person gets their own meaning from it. Sometimes that meaning isn’t at all what the songwriter had in mind when they wrote it, yet the song mystically forms itself to other people’s personal experiences. When I need a little […]

Symbolism From a Relic

Although I’m a relic of the Sixties, I never felt comfortable with my fellow Flower Children’s symbolism concerning butterflies, rainbows, or blossoms. None of that was lost on me, I just found it rather trite and Disney girlish. But sometimes these things hit home. This morning it came to me that when a butterfly emerges from […]

Wildness

“Storytellers ought not to be too tame.  They ought to be wild creatures who function adequately in society. They are best in disguise. If they lose all their wildness, they cannot give us the truest joys.” – Ben Okri To read a full blog on wildness, you really should visit Terri Windling’s beautiful and magical blog, […]

The Journey Out

I wasn’t a particularly social kid. I had one or two good friends, but even they didn’t get a lot of my time. I spent “off” time in my room playing records, reading and drawing and, when in my teens, I added writing music, stories and letters to that list. I was social only on occasion […]