Some decades ago in my life (likely in the mid 1990s-ish), I received an invitation to a somewhat fancy event down in Northeast D.C. for some purpose and cause about which I have…
When you understand generations as ARCHETYPES,
When you know that culture change--and all its attendant data points--are cyclical, and
When you can see the underlying patterns and tides of change through…
Wow! I ain't givin' no spoilers on The Fare (and I'd recommend you watch the movie first without knowing what's going on), but WOW! What a story! What a love story!
If you know…
I saw Wonka earlier today. Eh. Almost fell asleep mid-point.
It's a pretty film. Visual. Colorful. Fun.
And I found it rather boring.
I had a nice holiday-gathering type of…
There are weeks when barely a whisper of motivation to write comes my way. And there are hours, days and times when the floodgates are open, and I can do naught but write.
I don't have--to my current knowledge--many memories of my six-and-under life (and that's fairly normal, I believe, as the brains of children six and under are in somewhat of a pre-memory, hypnagogic state…
In a world clamoring for likes and clicks, opens and conversions, how does one measure opening one person's mind -- even if just a smidge -- with words we write, stories we share…
College job #1
Last night, a wee bit high and journaling, I started thinking about jobs I held in college and my coming-of-age years. I started listing them best I could remember. I…
I like to make balms and salves. Really good ones with really fabulous ingredients. I make them for myself, for friends and -- come the winter holiday season -- for many of the…
Here's a story I wrote for The Laurel Independent newspaper printed each month and distributed locally. It's about Friends of Tonga and the good work they're doing to support educational opportunities, water-scarcity issues and…
Many people say such things as "I can't wear yellow."
And that just ain't true.
You need to know which yellow you "get" in your seasonal color palette. For example, I'm a soft, smoky, rosy,…
College Job #3
My 18-year-old self naively assumed once I left my parents' home for college, I was out--gone, coming back just for holidays and special events. And as my freshman spring semester…