little bit of this, little bit of that
Someone said, “You come into this world alone, and you go out alone. The rest is chit-chat.” They’ve got a point. Chit chat defines small talk, chatter, gossip and prattle. Maybe it even defines deep thoughtful learning and life changing conversation. Continue reading “chit chat” »
Wendy Wall wrote and sang I Woke Up Dreaming, describing dream connections to waking life. Her song lyrics melody respect dreams as another aspect of our waking reality. Continue reading “Wendy woke up dreaming” »
we are stardust
“How are you today?”
Easy to ask, but hard to answer. It depends upon who’s asking, and how far we want to go with someone else. I’ve lived with extreme depression on a personal level and with my relatives. Self-medicating is one way to ease the pain. It’s not a great solution, but research shows most people turn to self-medicating first. Continue reading “Is it going?” »
the purple hour
Light and dark are associated with good and evil, happy and sad, joy and despair, purity and pollution. Clear day, dark and stormy night have billions of tints and shades along the spectrum. Continue reading “natural sight” »
creativity is not editing
After my junior year of college, I left Southern Oregon College, now Southern Oregon University, and transferred to the University of Oregon in Eugene for a larger college experience . Continue reading “who judges perspectives?” »
I’m here and want to live
“Why do writers write? Because it isn’t there,” said novelist Thomas Berger last century. I haven’t invented anything new, but have spent my life combining what others have created to form my own style. Continue reading “artist or no?” »
Come on People now…
My grandfather was a 9th generation American, and was in his eighties when he wrote a letter to the 11th generation, welcoming us to the family. Continue reading “Love Anniversary” »
alcoholism passes on
When I was twelve, my father slipped on the deck at Strawberry’s recreation pool during a black out and split his elbow open, blood everywhere. I don’t know how he made it home. Continue reading “go away, shame” »
the happy spaceman
My dad brought home a record player with one speaker designed like a plastic jukebox and looked like a fabulous little space man. When I plugged it in next to the couch, its silver plastic chrome lit up bright red. Continue reading “the coolest” »
Coastal Miwoks were here first
Nobody taught us about indigenous people in our region of California. Before third grade and the ‘Marin County Unit” we studied that year, kids in my neighborhood made up what we thought the Coastal Miwok tribes did, collecting acorns, what they ate, how they fished, and made shell jewelry. Continue reading “legacy” »