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Personal Items: Desk

Posted on October 15, 2017 by

Now that I’ve settled on calling the sequel, “The Nancy Who Drew the Way Home,” I started to think about what the concept of home means to me now. Continue reading →

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Notes on a Sequel

Posted on September 29, 2017 by

Life can strip you of everything. What it cannot do is take away your inner being. For that is yours and yours alone.    Continue reading →

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Down Down Down

Posted on June 27, 2017 by

…down-down-down, back into the darkness I went with my paints and brushes. To paint the dark. To see what I’d left behind. Continue reading →

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The Sneezy-Wheezy Gift

Posted on April 15, 2016 by

It’s all about releasing. Call it a cough or a cold but do call it humbling. When you’re humble you’re vulnerable. To be vulnerable is to be open, maybe in ways that don’t feel good. But if you’re a writer you have to be open, and keep opening more and more to get to the core. Continue reading →

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On Seeking

Posted on February 7, 2016 by

The search began when I sat at this desk one morning in 1976… Continue reading →

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To Look Within

Posted on January 13, 2016 by

I write my life to know my life. When I write my life, the inner truth comes out. It’s like when I draw, a barrier disappears. Or fades to the background. And suddenly I’m in touch with this other vibratory field. This other awareness that rises to the surface and makes itself known. Continue reading →

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A Writer’s Despair is an Artist’s Delight

Posted on December 30, 2015 by

The hand once thrown up in despair, is now ready to catch an idea, should it float through the air ~~~ Continue reading →

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