Recollections feed the soul..the past is interwoven in the present. The former becomes the present presence of your being. 

Dedication - therefore - based on the food that has nourished our soul, contributing to our growth, Poppies, Parents, Grand-Parents...old friends, classmates, siblings, a bit of moon-dust...a star studded sky - merely required an outstretched arm to gently hold on to the moonbeams. Run for…

At this juncture in life, one is familiar with their likes, dislikes, needs, and desires: or so I thought. Cognition - kicked me in the ass, knocked me out, and I'm down for the count.  I lie there, swirls of the past forming as a funnel cloud gathers strength. Vivid recollections illuminated through the marriage of visions behind my eyes and my mind. Grasping onto arrows of lightning the…

My hope is that Charlie Sheen will still be breathing when my column is posted.

Could you do that for me, Charlie?

I mean, it’s not like I am a former porn star or anything like that. You see, if a man ever hit me, he’d end up in the hospital.  So why would you pay attention to me? I am just a writer who would like to have her say about what you are doing with your life. I am sure you won’t hear me with all those other voices running around in your head…