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I know that there are people who may disagree with me that all human life is contains the capability to create. But to me, the reason they disagree is because they’ve spent too much time telling themselves and/or others that… Continue Reading →
I’ve clawed and fought; swung and missed. I wanted peace but destroyed it when I could. I raged for freedom but my rage was heavier steel than any prison bars. I wanted and raged, but I never really asked myself… Continue Reading →
I woke up this morning with what felt like an angry beehive buzzing in my mind. Hopes, plans, and dreams collided in my head making it impossible for me to hold a single thought long enough to get it on… Continue Reading →
Bob Marley said it better than I ever could, “Free yourselves from mental slavery/none but ourselves can free our minds.” Now, I have no idea whether or not Mr. Marley studied psychology in a formal context, but I do know… Continue Reading →
The other morning, while visiting my grandmother’s grave, I lifted a pinecone off of her headstone. I looked at it’s woody cradles and cursed its audacity: It covered the “Que” from the Madrecita Querida inscription and I launched that pinecone… Continue Reading →
Several months ago, I read an interview with an acclaimed opera singer/actress named Joyce DiDonato where she said, “I need to be in the moment, I need to be present, I need to be listening. And if I’m doing those things, then… Continue Reading →
Anger and I are old friends. I remember once I was doing a panel discussion several years ago about what motivates and informs my writing and I answered without even thinking, “Anger.” At the time, it was a true statement. … Continue Reading →
I have no doubt that writers all dream of hitting a home run bestseller that assures financial security. I know I do. But, as I continue on this writing path I started so many years ago, I see that the… Continue Reading →
Today, the pre-dawn sky seemed darker than usual. It could be a sign that things may get rough; could also be a sign that I got out of bed earlier than usual. The darkness could even have been no sign… Continue Reading →
Most mornings, I look out my hallway window and watch the sky turn bright rust. I’ve always loved the early morning sky-glow: All the words yet to write and ideas yet to learn swell inside of me – a rising… Continue Reading →
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