My last post was about music I grew up listening to. I featured 10 albums that I call “The soundtrack of my life.” Actually, those albums are mostly the soundtrack of my early teen life. Each one has a reason for being on the list that I kept at 10 albums due to time restraints,Continue reading Waxing Nostalgic, McCartney Music
Music is a big deal where I work at and I hear a lot of it on their radio that I don’t like. No matter how well I try to appreciate music after the 1980s, “I like that old-time rock ‘n’ roll” best. Of course, my definition of old-time rock ‘n’ roll differs from someContinue reading Waxing Nostalgic With Music
Inhabited between wild things, wonderful things, Who Am I? No longer a main priority, no longer stapled to a better forever determining worth and future. I am the problems I’m not letting go of. I am the energy and struggle to do better in this Magical universe, reincarnate like eggs in a nest. My wonderfulContinue reading Me
I gave my Art ~ Writing ~ Life blog a new look again. It’s what I do when my blog looks cluttered and I’m at a standstill with whatever writing or art project I have going on at the time. Life got busier during the past year and I grew weary trying to keep upContinue reading Another New Look
I could write more books—and blog about them—if I had more time to write. My 9-to-5 job—the one that pays the bills—runs within a timeframe of 8:30am to 10pm, five of the seven days of the week. My hours worked during a week fall between 30 and 38 hours. A typical schedule looks like this:Continue reading Writing Time
I’m writing this before I leave for work. I have a 1-10pm shift today. Next month I celebrate 16 years at the store I work at. Celebrate is the wrong word. I don’t celebrate anything about my job. Well, maybe the paycheck. But that isn’t much to party over. To say my job is depressingContinue reading Blues-ing It
A poet is a dreamer meditating on the reality of forging words into a fantasy of making love to the entire world.
I used to keep my snapshot photographs stored in albums. When I married and had children, my wife and I did the same for many years. Then, somewhere along the passage of time, we stopped storing our photos in albums and tossed them into empty shoeboxes instead. Now we have 30+ years of unlabeled shoeboxesContinue reading A Past Kept In Shoeboxes