Cool things have been happening. One, I started writing a poetry book with the kids. Inspired by Dr. Seuss & Shel Silverstein. The kids are illustrating it and my daughter's even adding her own poems. Two, I've been writing a lot in general. Three, I feel good about myself. Not like sniffing my armpits and... Continue Reading →
It’s hard to comprehend that it’s only been a year - it seems so long ago and yesterday. I read somewhere how time means nothing with love. I grew up in PA, became me in PA...yet as soon as I came here, I knew what home meant. I remember being on my porch recording this.... Continue Reading →
When I started losing my mind - I mean really losing it - I learned the term Dark Night of the Soul. It helped me feel less lost. It helped me see that destruction comes before creation. Or that sometimes you do need to burn it all down to get to the new. I don’t... Continue Reading →
This is as logical as put on your sock before you put on your shoe. You cannot be good to others if you aren't good to yourself. And what you get is a lot of people hurting others while complaining somebody hurt them.
Remember when words meant their definition? If I said literally, I meant something was not figurative. Yet now, figuratively is the new literally and I [insert whatever word you like regardless of definition] can't even Remember when tolerant meant tolerant? Even if you did not agree, you could tolerate differing opinions? Agree to disagree? Now,... Continue Reading →
Y'all haven't watched enough Jurassic Park, and it shows. What did we learn? Can man control life? Can man play god? What happens when man plays god? If we make a quick swap between dinos and viruses, I'm feeling like my weird low-key obsession with Michael Crichton and Jeff Goldblum is coming in pretty damn... Continue Reading →
The most difficult part of trauma is that most people don't like to use the word trauma. There is a misunderstanding that trauma is "so bad". If you had a bruise, it's skin trauma. All of us have had a bruise, so all of us have had some kind of skin trauma. To others, skin trauma means something "really bad" like someone shaved off your face and wore it. Not all of us have had our faces removed, but we have all had trauma. And we need to talk about it - because trauma can only be healed by being processed
With the best of intentions, we've been chained. Artists grow up and slowly fade - a world full of colors now mostly grey. Our passion and joy we gladly trade, for money and some accolades. But dollar signs don't validate, and it's still you that you hate. Acceptance seemingly a fairy tale, we decide not... Continue Reading →