Posted in Writing

Happy Mother’s Day

Wishing the mother’s out there the happiest of days to you all.


Thank you for caring for us, providing our basic needs, & loving us in our formative years.


Thank you for teaching us, guiding us, and even disciplining us as we grew older.


You are loved beyond measure and I am so full of gratitude and thanks!

Posted in Music, Writing

Liquid love with Gene Siewing

     So I was digging around the internet several days ago, right around the time of the year since the artist formerly known as Prince had left us so dearly, dearly departed. A few friends had brought it up in casual conversation and I later decided to play at rather high volumes When Doves Cry, as though they actually needed a reason.  Later that night while reading into the early hours of the morning is when I discovered it!  Chashmere Radio!  One of the best tributes I’ve ever discovered in honor and remembrance of Prince.  If you have the opportunity to listen to it I can assure you there are plenty of laughs and even a few tears.
Posted in Art, Inspiration, Mental Health, Poetry, Writing

13 thoughts or 780 minutes

When I began writing I honestly had no idea what I was getting myself into.  I enjoy social media but it does have its limitations sometimes although I do find it extremely fascinating that we can connect with people from various backgrounds and all walks of life, anywhere in the world!  It is THE definition of diversity.   It has helped me in profound ways, especially dealing with anxiety & mood disorders.  It’s become an incredible coping tool that I value so much and I’ll share why with you all.  Several years ago I attempted suicide.  I woke up one morning with an overwhelming sense of dread.  I also remember feeling spaced out, like part of me wasn’t even there.  It was horrible to feel that sense of disconnection and despair and to think that there was no one in the world that knew what I felt like. I didn’t even think God knew, much less cared.  Those feelings along with feeling isolated and lonely are what led me to the behavioral health center.  Life with all of its complexity and it’s rules, truly is remarkable.  I suppose having cancer is what got me writing about this.  It’s unusual to me that the human body finds ways to systematically destroy itself one way or another but the reality is we aren’t meant to live forever and a part of me is at peace with that.  It is my hope that my writing survives long after I depart this world so that anyone who might be experiencing what I have gone through can glean a sense of hope and that they discover they are not alone in their struggles.  Here is the latest poem I wrote and turned into mixed  media art.

Mixed media poem
Seven hundred and eighty minutes