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  • Mom's House, Dad's House

    October 16, 2009

    • 50/50 custody is weird: a regular and overnight switch from the warm rich chaos of multiple small boys to...silence and solitude, reading and writing, social life. It's like two different lives lived at the same time, or two different countries found in the same place. I don't think I've discovered a way to balance everything, but I'm beginning to suspect that balance, if not impossible, is a ...
  • The Stranger In Your Body (Part 2)

    October 13, 2009

    • On July 30th, 2009 a stranger took over the body of Billy-Joe, it started a new saga in a life that has already fought through a lot of adversity.  Billy-Joe has a new wife, son and some animals.  We were offered a home back in Billy-Joe’s hometown.  So with that it was five loads to move up. We did it, then it happened.  July 29th, 2009 Billy-Joe suffered a stroke.  This time with ...
  • Mystical Massage

    October 12, 2009

    • Gloria was astride me as I lay on my stomach. My face was in the hollow on the hard massage table looking at the floor. She had decorously covered me and slipped the towel in sections. She used a non-greasy lotion…the room was dimly lit with flickering candles.“Hurting?” she asked in her lilting Oriental accent.“No…” I mumbled.She de-stressed the muscles on my back all the way down to ...
  • Between Capitulation and Selfishness, lies Surrender

    October 11, 2009

    • Another blog post about the eastern concept of "Surrender."There seems to be two extremes in human cultures, especially western culture. On the one hand we have people who are so completely self obsessed that -- even without knowing they are doing it -- they simply use others to get what they want or what they think they need. On the other hand are the people who give until it hurts, ...
  • At the Midterm

    October 9, 2009

    • The other day someone said the phrase I keep hearing repeated more and more—“you’re middle-aged.”At 35, I suppose a case could be argued. The grey hairs glint in the light. Extra weight clings tenaciously to my tummy. I see lines and wrinkles where the skin was once soft and smooth. My body shows the effects of aging—a process millions of people throughout thousands of years have tried ...
  • Stayin' Alive: Part 2

    October 9, 2009

    • Let’s start with a quick quiz. What do you think the following might mean? 残生 (zansei)     to remain + life 生残 (seizan)     life + to remain To block the answers, I’ll share a photo I took in Los Angeles on Sawtelle Boulevard, a Japanese area that unfortunately extends for just two blocks:More ...
  • Limited Addition

    October 9, 2009

    • “You now have unlimited storage,” says the message when you check your mail. Does everything not have a limit? I may not have to worry about deleting large files, forwards, links…they can all remain where they are. New ones will come and my space would accommodate all of these.You know something? I don’t like it. Earlier when I’d see that marker saying “You are using 60 per cent of ...
  • SOMEBODY SAVE ME

    October 8, 2009

    • Rescue can come in many different forms. It doesn't necessarily have to be physical. Have you ever been the sounding board for someone? The go to person that actually listens when no one else does? I play that role often and for various people. I do it because I sometimes find myself wanting or needing to talk with someone if for nothing else than to hash out a situation and that is troubling me ...
  • REINVENTING YOUR ARTISTRY?

    October 8, 2009

    • The question I have is what techniques do you use for REINVENTING YOUR ARTISTRY?I have been challenged in each new decade with reinventing myself.In my twenties, when I began performing for a fee, I utilized my youth and vitality and fulfilled my need to absorb the purpose of musical studies – self-expression.In my thirties, I concentrated more on building a repertoire of pieces I could sing ...
  • The Red Lipstick

    October 7, 2009

    • The red lipstick, hard and moist, hovered near my mouth. I bit it lightly and acquired stained vampire teeth. There was enough to know what the red lipstick could do. If I ever picked up the gumption to wear it, I’d see too much colour. A flesh-coloured one over the darker shade would mask it with only me knowing what lay beneath. A little secret sealed.That day, however, was meant for blood. ...