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For My Jazz

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  I’m writing this with a heavy heart. I’ve experienced another significant loss in my life. My cat Jazz has passed away. Two weeks ago I rushed Jazz to an emergency veterinary clinic. She’d stopped eating; she went to my closet to hide, and began yowling. I knew that I had to act fast.  On the drive there, I had the startling thought that Jazz might not come back home with me. When the results of the bloodwork came back, my worst fears were confirmed. * I’ve always been a fan of Celtic music, especially the group Celtic Woman. Made up of four vocalists and one violinist, the group became famous worldwide in the early 2000’s. They became known for their covers of standard pop songs, and songs from Celtic culture and history. One of the songs they performed that greatly resonated with me is “Caledonia.” On one level, the song honors a region in Scotland, given that name in the time of the Roman empire. The character in the song speaks of having traveled the world, and is now co...

Established

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  My heart is full. I can’t believe it. My book is finally done!! “The Notebook: The complete poetic collection: 2019”, available now on Amazon. https://a.co/d/3TeC1FC This is my twelfth book to date.  I’ve published them all in a decade. It feels completely surreal. I’ve been searching for the perfect words to define, commemorate, and celebrate this moment. To publish one book is an accomplishment. To publish twelve books is a miracle.  * I’ve wondered what to call an author of twelve books. How would you refer to that author? In the traditional publishing world, they would be called a “bestselling author.” However, in the self-publishing world, what term, or phrase, should be used?  A serial author? No, not serial. It’s used to describe killers who murder multiple people. I’m not Jack the Ripper. Though I will say, I’ve always been fascinated with the case. Am I a tenured author? Prolific? Accomplished? Learned? (Pronounced with an emphasis on the suffix “-ed”, as ...

Dear Luna I Have News

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 Dear Luna I Have News-A Letter to the Moon Dear Luna,         Hello my friend. How are you? How are things in your corner of the sky? I hope you’re doing well. I’m sorry I haven’t written in forever. I’ve been incredibly busy of late.         As you know, my mother passed away recently. As such, the year has been moving at hyper speed for me. Yet, other times, it feels like time has stood still, moving mere seconds instead of months. But, life goes on, no matter our grief. I’m taking things as they come, which is all any of us can do in these times.      I’ve been so busy this year, with sporadic bursts of writing and creativity. I think the last things I’ve posted were all written all on the same day! Here’s what I’ve been working on since then:       First, I’ve joined Substack, a new social media platform for writing and creative projects. I’m new to the platform, but you can find me there… https://subst...

Woo Woo

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 June 20, 2025 There are moments in life we cannot prove, yet we have no doubt of the validity. These moments might be categorized as interactions with the dearly departed. Some might call them an interaction with the paranormal. Others might call it poppycock, complete and utter nonsense. Some might even call it “woo woo”, a nonsensical word used to describe an unexplainable moment that no one can validate or verify. "Woo Woo: dubioulsy or outlandishly mystical, supernatural, or unscientific" -Merriam Webster Dictionary Since my mother’s passing, I’ve had two “woo woo” moments.  What I’m about to share with you is one hundred percent true. You may believe me, you may not. The choice to believe is yours. I understand that what I’m about to tell you, on paper, is impossible to believe. Yet, I assure you they happened. * The first “woo woo” moment happened on my birthday. That was truly a difficult day for me. I knew I would not be hearing from my mom. There would be no cards f...

Torn

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  Torn   June 20, 2025 Some months ago, I experienced a cloudy, stormy night. The kind of night to be aware of the storm potential-as the weather can change in the blink of an eye where I live.  I kept an eye on the skies, from my second floor flat, giving me a higher vantage point to the happening in the skies; they grew dark right before my eyes. Darker, darker, darker still. I saw an ombré of colors in the clouds, from pure white to dark grey, to bordering on black. Top to bottom: dark grey, grey, light grey, white. As I watched the clouds, the colors faded, morphing into the darker grey colors. Then out of nowhere, I noticed a change in the clouds. There was, all of a sudden, a horizontal break in the clouds. It was if a horizontal window had been opened, right to left, out of the clouds themselves.  I could see blue skies through this window in the clouds. Grey clouds before me, blue skies in the distance, visible through the window in the clouds. It was as...

Year of Firsts

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Year of Firsts    June 20, 2025 Grief : noun: “A deep and poignant distress caused by or as if by bereavement”   Bereavement : noun: “The state or fact of being bereaved or deprived of something or someone”   Bereaved : noun: “suffering the death of a loved one” *Merriam/Webster Dictionary This is a year of firsts for me.  The first loss in my family.  The first days of a new world, a new reality. The firsts have hit me firmly.  The first Valentine’s Day without my mother.  My first birthday without my mother.  Then her birthday.  Then Mother’s Day. In the months to come, it will all be new-new firsts, holidays without her here.  Holidays with no meaning; holidays with profound meaning. A year ago or more, I read a book by Jeanette McCurdy: “I’m Glad My Mom Died.” Reading the book, it’s in two parts: before her mother’s death, and after. I didn’t understand it at the time. I now understand it profoundly.  My life is now in two ...

Ready For The Rain

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 *Ready for the Rain      June 20, 2025 Dark sky. Cloudy day. Rain about to begin….         ……….…..if it hasn’t already. Storms coming. Days of storms           yet to come. Ready for the rain. Let it come. Ready for a change. Ready for the rain          to clear it all away. Ugliness. Hatred. Chaos. Anarchy. Time to look within. Time to be still. To be. Lots to write. Tons to say. Ready for the rain. Let it come. Ready for a cleanse. Wash away       what does not serve me. Pen to paper,          carry on. No matter what comes. Let it come. Ready for the rain. "Rainy Day" by Esperanza Habla