I ain’t no better than a dirty dime.

I was reading a story from Rolling Stone about an old favorite of mine, Kris Kristofferson.  While I don’t listen to him often, I’m drawn by his lyrics like a bee to honey.  I sat at my computer and let his music help me write my imaginary song. I ain’t no better than a dirtyContinue reading “I ain’t no better than a dirty dime.”

Bleeders make the best writers.

I had to post a quotation that was shared by Teretha G. Houston on her twitter account.  “There is nothing to writing.  All you have to do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.” — Ernest Hemingway.  Wow, is what I thought when I first read Hemingway’s quote.  I certainly feel that way whenContinue reading “Bleeders make the best writers.”

When I first heard the words in the dark black night.

I was three, maybe fourth months into therapy.  Horrific memories of childhood sexual abuse came in different ways — sometimes a complete memory, other times in bits and pieces while meditating.  I was very proficient in meditation, and would sit for thirty to forty-five minutes, and even an hour.  The really bad memories erupted duringContinue reading “When I first heard the words in the dark black night.”

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