I regress only to regret because to stop with a forward step is like to pause and to get lost in a holocaust. That past is like the devil's last asset. But as I sift through the rift I see this present that is a gift. The moment you seize YOUR PEN is the moment... Continue Reading →



I'm blogging now at    Can't afford to pay to be heard anymore....still mostly free at Patreon, only the good stuff is subscriber only, but I appreciate any support I get. and I reread this ish....god last few posts....started to reread, then stopped but...I remember that day and it's over but maybe those... Continue Reading →


All I ever wanted to do was be a writer. I couldn't speak correctly, "R's" were difficult.  I'm forty years old and I still get tongue tied...I was very shy.  I would hug my mother's leg while we stood in line at the grocery store.  I remember being little.  I remember a lot of things. ... Continue Reading →


No revenge. My only weapon is words.  It's always been words.  Fists were attempt to discover words.... But I have to make sure to speak, then...because speaking has become and did become my only way of fighting back. So I fought back...several times over. And it's OK that nothing changes, because I spoke, that... Continue Reading →


Happiness is like the tide. It comes, it goes. It ebbs, it flows...   "Mom I love my life."  I said today when I got home from work... I haven't felt this way in a long time.  But I really do.  Today is good.

August 3rd

It seems like every year I learn something new about that day in 1978 when I made my debut into this world... "You were due on the third."  My mom told me several yeas ago. "I was?...I must have been comfortable!  I didn't wanna come out!"  I laughed.  Homesick from the beginning.  Because it wasn't... Continue Reading →

This is @#&@!!

This society me a stomachache. I'm trying to be compassionate and non judgemental about things...but this gray area our society loves to stir up, that mucky, foggy, difficult to navigate lack of delineation between what is or what is not acceptable.... So I decide what's acceptable for me....which means diving first into some gray... Continue Reading →

Artwork by Kevin (my brody!)

I am in absolute awe of my brother's talent.  Even the paintings he thought should be burned, I thought were excellent.  Kevin is my older brother by almost exactly 2 and a half years.  I think he is absolutely amazing ... he is my favorite artist! I love the featured image, of the little girl... Continue Reading →

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