ALL WE THINK THAT MATTERS THAT MIGHT NOT So how do we know what does? It was all over, It was the end. And then it was not. Grief felt...

When you go to see someone play music, why do you? There are good time bands, to get you dancing and make you happy or distract you....

All those who write of surviving grief tell you not to relive the events related to the death of the loved one. Yet I am in that place....

Hello, my Fellow Stress Mates. Look at us. What a year so far. I am writing to you specifically if you 1. Live in the LA area, and 2....

I won't forget November 6th, when the 4am wakings began to occur. My insomnia had settled down, but after the election, I found myself...

I wonder sometimes if words are used so frequently that they lose intensity, worn down like ocean pebbles. Because of social media, we...

So, we're two weeks into our despair, today. I went into the pomegranate bush and scratched myself up royally picking fruit with thorny...

The United States of America held its elections Tuesday ,November 5, 2024. It must be admitted that those of us who have stood by the...

It seems we are not in a great place lately. Unless we are avoiding the news and sticking our fingers in our ears. Today, I read that...

Personally, I think someone who listens is sexy. There's nothing like seeing a person you think is extraordinary, beautiful, wondrous to...

My photo is in a blur and often so is my mind. I have in my heart to be kind and compassionate, and damn, I lose it sometimes. The...

Don't take on role of advisor regarding her musical career. She's been doing it for a while. Don't ask to be in her band because you play...

I've been listening to some fine music lately, and it's made me think about my own musical career. Having had a few cringeworthy...

Yesterday, I tuned in to Netflix and started watching the Simone Biles two-part doc. I learned a new word. And I found myself relating to...

As you know, I don't want to fit in. And I don't want you to, either. You are what you are. Straight, gay, bisexual, bicurious, trans....

I'll use my writing to talk sense to my emotional skeleton of a self, dangling like a broken hanger from a door. The story goes that...

Whoever can understand why a person would not like herself? It makes no sense, particularly when you have been raised to believe in God,...

I came here with a backpack, two guitars, comic book character t-shirts, a short kilt and one killer track, five potential albums. I came...

Ok, Musician Friends of Mine. I need you. You might need me. I am not going to wax poetic this week. HELP ME HUGELY. Be in touch. Be...

It’s shocking at times to admit what I have denied. Almost as though I could peel away my face, to reveal another layer. If I were a...