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A few moments ago, I finished watching one of my favorite films, Field of Dreams. It is a classic and serves as a reminder that listening to the inner voice or intuition can lead us to places we never would […]

As a child of the 60’s and 70’s, the rock band that hailed from England and became a worldwide phenomenon is now the topic of a newly released biopic, focusing on its central character, the chameleon-esque Freddie Mercury.  Since I saw […]

My writing writes me. Sometimes the words come through while I am awake, eyes wide open. Much of what pours out arrives in the wee hours, while in dreamland. This morning’s missive was one of those. Recently I was speaking with […]

Sitting in my comfy cozy bed on November 1st, 2018, pondering, as I do every day, the state of the world into which I was born 60 years ago. In my childhood, I felt safe and protected by loving parents, […]

Funny, the things you remember all these years later. When my mom was on hospice back in 2010, she told me at one point that she still had all her marbles. I knew what she meant since when my dad was […]

In a recent conversation, a metaphor came to me. I am a writer, after all, and symbols pop into my head like a full to bursting, hot on the stove pan of Jiffy Pop. I was speaking with someone about […]

Each day we are called on to make decisions. What do we want for breakfast? What clothes will we put on? What shoes will cover our feet as we walk out into the world? Even more importantly, what attitude will […]

  What would it be like to live in the vibration of love? Life on steroids. Colorful. Juicy. Peaceful. Soul-nourishing and heart expanding. On a natural high without a need for substances. In synch with your reason for being on the planet. […]

Over the past few days, I have received numerous requests to replace my Facebook profile picture with a black box today. “Tomorrow, female blackout from 8:00 a.m. to 9:00 p.m. Its a movement to show what the world might be […]

I am sitting cross-legged in bed on a morning set aside from others in the Jewish religion in which I was raised. As a child, at this point in the day, I would be in synagogue, wearing a dress, knee socks […]