March 28th 2019

With apologies for being personal on a blog, I stand on a shore with no sight of the ocean—-the Waiting Place demands patience. Or some kind of plunge? Which one is this? When will the roiling waves of controversy end? Maybe never. Or, if they do, will we be stunned by our sighs of relief? […]

January 27th 2019

Motivation and communication should be paramount considerations for making a movie. Just as they should be for publishing a book. Gray areas block out truth. I saw The Green Book movie last night, loved it, and had no idea that it could have been created from any misuse or misrepresentation of someone else’s life. Now […]

January 11, 2019

Writer blogs should be worth the reader’s time, and so I apologize for vulnerability and humility here; but lately the truth will out: Loss is overwhelming though we try to let it be. Waves of  grief at sea jog; emotion teeters. Water must eventually calm and reach its own level. The realm of Spirit, circling bright as […]

December 20th 2018

Dear reader it seems odd for me to request a turn of your head, but I am. Only because I feel the need, I write these unchristmassy thoughts on a dark rainy afternoon. Only read on if you want to. Around her relationship there were six years of bliss, and six years of a different […]

December 9th 2018

Michael Pollan’s new book, How to Change Your Mind, is exciting. What could be more important—-other than achieving everlasting peace, prosperity for all, and saving the Earth—-than discovering whether consciousness is intrinsic or extrinsic to functioning of the mind? We have much to unlock and learn. Three times in the last three weeks losses have […]

November 26th 2018

Holding hands with my three month old grand daughter was the best part of Thanksgiving this year. As a whole, the occasion was superlative! My sister was whirling “never enough” 🎼 woman—-cleaning four horse stalls, shopping and cooking for a dozen people two nights in a row, caring for six dogs . . . Easy […]

November 2nd 2018

Why did I just send a five page letter to Anne Lamott, explaining how my copyright for SAM was worthless as though it happened yesterday, crying on the shoulder of a perfect stranger at my invented confessional window? I conjured her empathy! I pictured her calling a friend to save me. Not really. I didn’t […]