Letters to the Moon....

With the approach of a new year, it is common to think back on the past year, what we’ve experienced, what we’ve gone through, what we’ve endured, what we’ve survived, what we’ve learned. I have learned many things this year. Here is some of what I have learned: I learned that: It’s fun to think and dream about the next year, and all the future holds It’s fun to get your name mentioned on the radio I want another chance to celebrate my milestone birthday. I want to do it all over again, in a foreign city. Pinterest is awesome! Although I hate sports, I loved watching the Olympics I am addicted to a certain caramel drink at an international coffee chain It’s not the end of the world if you didn’t get the job. It wasn’t meant to be.  Something better is waiting. I have the capacity to be selfless I could be compassionate in helping a cherished pet out of her misery I could be there with my pet as her soul left this Earth There is one more star in the sky We s

Writing a book seems like the easiest thing in the world. “I’m writing a book”. Such an easy thing to say. Not an easy thing to actually do. In addition to publishing my poetry in 2013 I am writing a book. I hope to have it completed by this time next year and have it ready to sell in 2014. I am finding that writing a book is not the easiest thing in the world. In fact, for me, I’m finding it very difficult. I know the story I want to tell: “Girl meets boy, boy meets girl, boy changes girl’s life forever”. However actually telling the story is proving to be a tedious task. I have never written a book before, and have never written a story before. I know the story, I know how I want to tell it, I know what I want to convey. But actually getting from point A to point B is quite the challenge. I find myself getting lost in the dialogue. It can be very confining and tedious. I also find that every writer’s friends, “Criticism” and “Doubt” are at every corner. I just hav

Whatever holiday you celebrate, the Winter Solstice, Christmas, Boxing Day, Hanukkah, Kwanzaa, have a peaceful, wonderful holiday season full of peace and love.

Today I caught myself making a judgment. That is not something I like to admit. It is not a good color on me. Or anyone. Today I overheard someone talking about how they went to a local establishment, and would be patronizing this establishment during the holidays. I thought to myself about what that person had said. “Why would he do that? Doesn’t he know that that establishment’s corporate policies are homophobic? How could he patronize that establishment?” That’s when I caught myself making a judgment. I’m not a racist, I’m not homophobic. I don’t judge anyone on their size, skin color, sexual orientation, political alignments, religion or lack thereof. But, naturally, there are some things that happen in the world that I don’t agree with. When I heard that person make that statement, it didn’t make them immoral, I just didn’t happen to agree with his choice of patronizing that establishment. So yes, I judged someone. I’m not proud of   it. Does that make me an awful