A collection of consciousness and the stories that bind us.
He said, “You know it’s all contrived, it’s acting, its not real.” We were watching the best of "Britain's Got Talent" where the performers are talented and spiritual, letting themselves loose to go beyond the norm. I felt joyful watching their limitless talents spring forth, so I knew it was real. It’s how I want... Continue Reading →
He died in July of 1980 when Norin and I were on our honeymoon in Tahiti, but I didn't know he was gone until we returned home two weeks later. "Johnny died" my mother whispered over the phone. I was sitting on the burgundy Victorian sofa in the living room of the house I rented... Continue Reading →
I Am We 