Letters to the Moon....

"What Now?"-written April, May, June 2026 Trigger warning: Epstein Files, sexual assault, sexual misconduct PART ONE I have something weighing in my mind. This may not make sense to anyone but me. However, it’s weighing on my heart. I have to write about it. I have to process it, express it, expel it from my being. I’ve been following the story of the Epstein Files for some time now. It’s not a story that I sought out; yet I became interested in the topic the more it was a persistent presence in the news cycle.  I must be clear: I’m not writing about the Epstein Files, his crimes or those of his accomplices. Instead, this writing concerns someone mentioned in the Epstein Files: magician David Copperfield. I must state that, the fact that a person’s name appears in the  Epstein Files does not mean that they are guilty of any wrongdoing. Copperfield has denied all allegations against him. I have not come to bury Copperfield nor to praise him. My intent in writing on this to...

 Squirrely-Written April 2026 Squirrely : adjective. Definition: Tending to be unusually active, restless *source: Merriam Webster dictionary https://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/squirrelly They say that God laughs when we make plans. I should have known. I couldn’t have known.  I recently had a week of vacation from work. I usually stay in town, get appointments done, and work on organizing and decluttering my house.  That was the plan for this vacation. I was going to have some routine medical tests done. I was going to have an eye exam. I was even going to have my Spring inspection on my furnace and air conditioner. Everything was all set. I was going to get all of these appointments done, just in time to relax and enjoy my birthday. But then God laughed, because I made plans, and my plans changed. The last day of work, before my vacation, went well. However, as the day went on, I thought I might be coming down with a cold. That night when I returned home I was c...

Proof April 2026 I don’t know what’s about to happen. My entire life could change in an instant. It could lead me to an existential crisis. It could prove I exist. It could be a colossal waste of time. I'll just have to take the risk.  * It was over twenty years ago, when I moved into my house, that I asked my parents for my adoption papers and birth certificate. I was given the papers, but didn’t look at them. I knew that, once I looked at them, it would make it real. It took me years to look at my adoption papers. I was right; once I looked at my adoption papers, it made everything real. It then dawned on me that my birth certificate wasn’t with my adoption papers. I then rang my parents to ask for my birth certificate. I was then surprised to learn that my parents didn’t have my birth certificate.  * Several years later, it was time to renew my passport. I had a friend take my photograph so I could renew my passport online. However, I was thrown off course when my mother di...

Dear Luna, Hello dear friend! How are you? How have you been? I hope you've been well. How is Sally? Please give her my love. I'm so excited to speak with you-I have big news!! This year has been off to a wonderful start. I'm already working on my next book: "My Happy Place." I'm working on the interior of the book, as well as creating mock-ups of the cover. I'm full of ideas, and excited by the work. : ) I also have a new blog for my writing; it's called Indigo Moon Poetry.  It's brand new; I'm taking baby steps building it. Check it out: https://indigomoonpoetry.blogspot.com/ The Indigo Moon Poetry blog will eventually replace this blog. I've had this blog for fourteen years. In all truth, I don't know how much room I have to post more content. After fourteen years, I'm afraid that I'm reaching capacity.  * You may not know this about me, but, one of the things I strongly believe in language access. Indigo Moon Poetry blog has...

  Artificial intelligence is everywhere. In search engines on the internet. In our email accounts. On our phone. On the interwebs. (Internet, the World Wide Web.) But, what the heck is it?!? I will confess, I am in the dark ages when it comes to this topic. I can remember life before the internet. Before computers even. I'm lucky I own a cellphone, not two plastic cups attached with string. I remember reading a headline recently about this topic, which they referred to as "AI." I didn't understand the headline. For a few seconds, I thought I was reading something spelled "AL." I just sat there thinking, "Who is AL??" Yes, I actually thought that these fine journalists had written an article about someone named Albert or Alan, about how dangerous he was, and they had decided to affectionately refer to them as "AL."  "You Can Call Me AL"-Paul Simon So, to prevent any confusion on my part, when I write on this topic, I will refer t...