As the year winds down to a close, I find myself ruminating on a few buzzwords of 2014. Happiness. Courage. Challenge. Creativity. What do all they all have in common? Expansion. Living the richness and fullness of everything this human experience has to offer. I hope...
It’s California 1956. Land of pink, baby blue and gold-flocked Christmas trees spun with silver tinsel. The sun is warm. The trees are real but take on the aura of Walt Disney’s Fantasyland, where we all flocked for a dose of wanting to be in another place and time. ...
1. My very first memory is a Christmas memory. I was two and three-quarters, in the words of a 1967 me. My father, a Lieutenant Commander in the Navy, was in Vietnam. My mother was at St. Luke’s Hospital, giving birth to her third child and first son. Teenage boy...
Rejection has been my middle name lately when it comes to submitting poetry to literary journals. But apparently, according to more experienced poets, that’s a good thing. One poet emailed me, “If you’re not getting rejected 95% of the time,...
“Don’t sweat the small stuff,” they say, followed quickly by, “It’s all small stuff.” My list below may be small stuff, but it’s the stuff that makes my cork rise, the stuff of ahhhhh, the stuff that for a moment makes all the other nonsense melt away. An...
CREATING OURSELVES AS WORKS OF ART – or – Telling the Mental Monkey-Bullies to Go Suck Eggs Have you ever read something so fan-DAMN-tastic that you thought to yourself, Well, Self, that’s it. Hang up your hat because you will never write anything that...
