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Me and My Shadow (Self)

I call these pictures Me and My Shadow. One is a photo and the other is a self-portrait taking place around the same time. And they don’t even look like the same person. Continue reading

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Stopping the Judging

If you’re writing a story, you want to tell people where it takes place. Are you at the seaside? Are you in the city? The park? A room somewhere? Being in a melodrama is a place too. Continue reading

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When I Wasn’t A Writer

…they stood before the door and wondered what to do. Should they knock? What if somebody answered? What should they do then? Or maybe the door wasn’t locked… Should they try the doorknob? What if it opened? What should they do then? Continue reading

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Only A Dream Away

When my mother died twenty-eight years ago I was living two blocks from the explosion on Thursday in the East Village. On Thursday afternoon, while fires raged and the first building collapsed, I was dreaming about my mother. I had been up since 4am, and had taken a nap. I dreamed I was on my way to visit my mother in Illinois, and when I stopped to change buses, I saw my mother selling tickets. She had long yellow hair. Continue reading

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Flowering Through the Mists of Time

I remembered the title as The Yellow Primrose, and forty years later, when I began writing about the past, I tried to find the book again. Continue reading

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Re-noir – Not Renoir

I went into the dark to shed light on it. Who was I? Not Renoir, but one who would re-noir. Return, go back to what I’d left behind, buried in the depths of my subconscious. What I knew was there in my gut. Continue reading

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That Soothing Art

As you transform a blank canvas or blank sheet of paper into a viable picture (whatever that may be), you also transform your way of being in the world. Continue reading

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T is for Transition

It’s all about getting into alignment with the energy of transition. Transitions are inevitable. We’re always in movement. Our energy is never static. But it is our choice how we move through space. Our choice what we feel, how we take things in stride, play with them—or offer resistance to the change that is inevitable. Continue reading

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End of Year Re-Alignment

As I’ve geared up to turn the page of the calendar to a new year, a new day, my word of the moment is Alignment. Getting into alignment with myself. Continue reading

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Drop My Story? No…

I’m writing Act III now. “Act III is the Cosmic Mission.” I’m so glad I didn’t “drop my story.” It would have been like dropping the ball… I’m still running with that ball, polishing and doing revisions, to make it more enjoyable, for you, the reader ~ Continue reading

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