A collection of consciousness and the stories that bind us.
Last night I watched the 2024 Democratic National Convention. Michele Obama spoke most eloquently, with words describing the soul of America. She spoke about my soul, my birthright in this nation. I was impressed with every word and nuance of her speech. In these following sentences, she touched my mind in a way that changed... Continue Reading →
Linda Gabriel began the Twenty Minute Stories writing group in April of 2017. She polled friends and neighbors in the Beechwood Canyon area of Los Angeles to join, and I was one of the early members. We meet every other Sunday and select prompt words to begin a twenty minute writing session. It’s fantastic how... Continue Reading →
Linda Gabriel began the Twenty Minute Stories writing group in April of 2017. She polled friends and neighbors in the Beechwood Canyon area of Los Angeles to join, and I was one of the early members. We meet every other Sunday and select prompt words to begin a twenty minute writing session. It's fantastic how... Continue Reading →
My first novel is now a reality. "Souls Touching" was conceived in a Twenty-Minute Stories writing group in October of 2020. As with many authors, I put it aside and picked it back up many times. The last year, completion became a concerted effort. I've had the help and guidance of a wonderful friend, author... Continue Reading →
I used to have a lot of rules. I needed to make love at midnight on New Year’s Eve to make sure the incoming year would be beautiful. Or, whenever my spouse and I went on a trip for either vacation or business, the sooner we made love the sooner the trip seemed to begin.... Continue Reading →
“Libra: That which disturbs you interests you. Do you dare look into it? One small dose can start your immunity.” I knew exactly what it was referring to when I read my horoscope in the LA Times today. “Do I dare,” I questioned myself? Well, one would hope. As my avoidance kicks in, I wonder... Continue Reading →
I wasn’t yet versed on the art of posing for a photograph. I must have just been over a year, walking and talking a bit, but no one had the forethought to clue me in on the art. I don’t suppose it was really necessary at that point, but this is the result. My sister,... Continue Reading →
Writing on planes is my favorite venue to express myself. Well, no, now that I think of it, my favorite venue to express myself is at home after a lovely dinner with wine and smoking a touch of weed. The keys just seem to know what I want to say. I’m deep at those times,... Continue Reading →
It’s like I have a new lease on life. I say a lease because you can never tell how long this effect will last. Lease of all, I love it when it’s here and I’m here with it. The experience of that moment is all that matters. Don’t let anyone tell you different. We’re all... Continue Reading →
Our experiences being handed up to rising stars, our youth, progeny, future. Media of all types and norms, hieroglyphs, petroglyphs, visions of the future recreated from past. Inspiring and witnessing greatness and passion
I Am We 