(written: June 8, 2006) My Life It is what it is The storytelling That blossomed into lies The depression-fueled lows The cocaine highs The dreams that came true And those that failed miserably Money evaporating before my eyes Leaving me in the dark I fell hard But I never stayed down Does that make me… Read More


“The soul should always stand ajar, ready to welcome the ecstatic experience.”~Emily Dickinson Yes, Su is quoting again! Seriously, I saw this and it really spoke to me. It’s so easy to shut our souls down because we are upset, tired, frustrated or depressed. I am guilty of that. My heart and soul shut down,… Read More


Written in 2013 The past few weeks have plunged me back to the 60’s and 70’s, music-wise. Folks like Jackson Browne, James Taylor, CSN, Neil Young (solo & with CSN), Bonnie Raitt, Phoebe Snow, Janis Ian, the Eagles, etc. etc. (Okay, I’ve sprinkled in some Ben Taylor, Marcus Eaton and James Morrison for good measure,… Read More


Written in 2008 I’m having an affair and I don’t feel one bit guilty. Actually, if I’m truly honest with myself, I’m having several affairs. At the same time. I know! I live dangerously! There’s the Colombian. Ah… what a way to wake up. He’s rich, smooth and knows just how to get my brain… Read More


Written in 2008 Chocolate. Just saying the word brings to mind stolen moments of bliss, sitting in a corner, in a car, in bed, savoring a truffle, a piece of fine dark chocolate, a Hershey bar. Just like there’s no wrong way to eat a Reese’s, there’s nothing you can do to ruin a fine… Read More


Written in 2008 My sister gave me the most awesome birthday gift: a pair of VANS sneakers. I have coveted these shoes since the new boy showed up in English class wearing a pair. He also wore ripped jeans, listened to punk music and was from Southern California. Back then, in the stuffy classrooms of… Read More


Written in 2008 I’ve found myself doing something a little strange lately, and I must admit, its improving the quality of my grocery shopping. I park in the parking lot, hit the Starbucks next door to arm myself with a latte containing lots of caffeine, grab a cart, buckle my purse in, and away I… Read More


Written in 2007     Four little letters. One syllable. For me, the “F” word is not “FUCK”.  It’s “FEAR.” And I have been controlled by that word for far too many years. When did it happen?  When did FEAR move into my heart and hold me hostage? It wasn’t in my 20’s. Then, I… Read More


Written in 2013     A couple of weeks ago, while feeling desperate and anxious, I filled out an online request for a payday loan. I must confess, I’ve done this before, but usually with a certain site I knew and trusted. This time, it was late at night and I felt as though I… Read More


Written in 2013 I’ve been sitting here, trying to work but instead, looking back at my life and all the mistakes I’ve made. I can see you nodding your head knowingly. You’ve sat where I sit, thinking about the times you fucked up something or another. Some of you may want to jump in now… Read More