Like a Witch, and I Don’t Mean Samantha

 

When I grew up, my long black hair caused me to typecast myself year after year as a witch on Halloween. Samantha on Bewitched proved, after all, that witchcraft was fun and innocent. And I must admit that something in me wished I could manipulate my crumbling world with a twitch of a nose. 
As time went on, I confronted the reality (more…)

Don’t Stop Believin’

Every now and then I have to schedule fun. Yesterday was my scheduled fun day in which I momentarily put work aside. Some fellow musicians and I were asked to sing backup to the house band at Hard Rock Live for a closed event. We would come out onstage during the finale, a bass-laden cover of Journey’s “Don’t Stop Believin’.” In (more…)

God Forbid – But God Permits

As a writer, I study people. I study the way they look and move and think and talk. (Yes, your quirk of pacing while you talk on the phone could show up in one of my characters.) And I only recently noticed a common behavior associated with the popular idiomatic expression “God forbid.”
I always hear that term when people broach the (more…)

I Love Me, I Love Me Not

I vacillate through life regarding myself alternately with loathing and pride. It’s a see-saw of self-deprecation and self-adoration: I love me, I love me not.

Ugliness spews forth from my mouth like fire from a dragon, and I mentally flagellate myself like some kind of ancient monk. I write something I’m particularly proud of, and I’m a modern-day Steinbeck. I regard the (more…)