Tuesday, November 15, 2016


Farewell Claude Russell Bridges, every song you sang was for me. Some of them got me through hard times, some of them brought back memories very sweet, some of them made me cry and every single one brought a smile to my eye. Today, I pray, that you are resting 'In the Hands of Angels' ready to begin your greatest adventure.

I'll miss you, but ever be grateful that we had the opportunity to sit down together last fall at a small nightclub in Harrahs Casino State Line, Nevada. You sang that night especially for me and I loved it. It was marvelous to listen to your stories about the people you had met in the long musical journey that brought you to this time and place. I felt reminded of the journeys of my life and grateful that music, especially your music, has been a part of it.

Through the many twists and turns of life we encounter some strange folk and are the better for it. I, Mr. Bridges, am better for the time I have spent in your melodies and lyrics. 

Farewell Claude, Leon, Hank, Godspeed on your journey.

 If you are unaware of the incredible history behind Leon's career take the four minutes to watch this video.


Sunday, November 13, 2016


Good Night Mr. Cohen. May your dreams ever be sweet and filled with the light that eludes us in life.

Wednesday, November 2, 2016


It’s time for another posting of the Insecure writer’s Support Group. I’m not feeling particularly insecure today, but stick around that could change at the drop of a hat. 

If you want to know more about the group, or read what other Insecure Writer’s have to say go HERE to check out the Linky list. Please take the time to thank Mr. Cavanaugh and all of his helpers for this month and for the other IWSG projects they work at to benefit all of us.

This question for this month’s posting is:

What is your favorite aspect of being a writer?

You know, that’s a harder question than one might think, at least for me. There are so many things I like about being a writer.
 I   I get to tell stories.
·         I love the stress and anxiety.
·         The sleepless nights when my characters won’t leave me alone.
·         The nail biting after a submission, even if only to a CP.
·         I can ‘work’ in my pajamas.

OK seriously, folks, probably the best part is getting to tell stories. I have only been writing for about five or six years now, but I have genuinely loved to tell stories for most of my life. Not always a good thing, but I love it none the less.

Today, I’m riding on the ‘high’ of just having sent off my submission into the IWSG Anthology Contest. Not at all sure if I’m good enough to win a spot in the Anthology, but I sure am stoked about completing my entry and sending it in. For this insecure writer that is more than half the BATTLE.

What about you? Did you enter the Anthology Contest? Do you love to tell stories? Are you insecure? Tell me all about it.

Wednesday, October 26, 2016


I don't want to turn my blog space into any sort of 'political rant' but here are two things that came to my attention this past week, that I though you might find interesting, amusing, or at the very least a 'sign of the times.

First, I received my sample ballot for voting in the State of Nevada. There are some items on the ballot that bear scrutiny. You know those 'trick questions', where you think you're voting to institute something, but a yes vote actually means no.

For instance, we're voting on legalizing marijuana. Seriously, this is a state where prostitution is basically NOT illegal and we're just getting around to legalizing Pot? Some things baffle the mind.

But, I did see something on the sample ballot that made me 'LAUGH OUT LOUD'. In all the years I've been voting I have never before seen this. See if you can spot it.

Is it just me, or just Nevada? I have never before notice in a Presidential Election an option to vote for 'None of These Candidates'. I don't believe that's actually the space for a write in candidate either, just a plain and simple vote for NOBODY LISTED.

Next up, today when I went by the Post Office, in front of the local grocery store were these ladies.

When I asked if I could take their picture, one of them got a little huffy and said. 'sure, can I take yours?' To which I replied, 'Of course.' Then she asked me why I wanted the pic and I told her it was for a blog post. She apologized for getting huffy and said they have taken a lot of flak, particularly from men, for being a 'hater'. Are you kidding me? Because these ladies are willing to come out and support someone they believe in they are 'haters'. I wonder if the person who said this to them considered them self to be a kind hearted, non-mean spirited soul.  Anyway, I wanted to post their picture here to show that not all women are fooled by that ONE! (Go ahead, include me in that lovely group!)

Now, if you want to get the pitchforks and torches ready, know that I will  not respond. Everyone has a right to their own opinion. I am not a 'hater'. Are you? 

If you came by looking for my entry into the WEP Challenge please scroll down/back one post. Thanks for stopping by,.

Wednesday, October 19, 2016



Here we go…my first entry into the Write, Edit, Publish  (WEP) Challenge Bloghop. I’m new to this, so please bear (or should that be bare; I never know for sure) with me.

This is an excerpt from my first full-length work ‘Far Away Eyes’. A little bit of a different ‘take’ on the topic of Constellations.

The Seven Sisters
(995 words, full critique acceptable)
.  “Alex, tell me about the Sisters. Everyone refers to them like I know all about this.  Who are they?  Are they really sisters? What do they do? This is such an important part of our history, I think I should know the whole story, don’t you?”
            “Of course, let me start at the beginning.  When the children of Daniel and Hydrangea became numerous enough that they could not all meet in a Family council, it was decided that there should be a body arranged to listen to complaints and make decisions regarding matters concerning all.  Daniel, being wise and still very much in love with Hydrangea, knew that it was her Divine Spirit that had kept him going during all of the trials of their life. Therefore, he proposed that this Council be made up of their daughters and granddaughters.  He felt, and his sons agreed, that the Divine Spirit is stronger with women and their compassion is greater. The women of the Dag and Mah-yim would never sanction war.  They would think of the children and family first. They would be kind and loving in all of their decisions.  The first Council of the Seven Sisters, also known as The Pleiades, was convened.”
            “The Pleiades, like the constellation?” I ask.
            “Exactly. Do you know the story of the Pleiades?”
            “No, not really. Something about Orion chasing them through the sky eternally”
            “That’s some of it. After a chance meeting with the hunter Orion, the Pleiades, seven beautiful sisters and their mother became the object of his pursuit.  Enamored with the young women, he pursued them over the face of the Earth.  In pity for their plight, Zeus changed them into a flock of doves which he set in the heavens.  Our Pleiades come from the vocation of their mother, Pleione. She was the protectress of sailing.  As it is our calling to protect the seas and all who venture in or on them, it is appropriate.”
            “Are they really sisters?” I ask.
            “No. Today, in our society, that would be almost impossible.  It’s rare for our families to have more than one child.”
            “Why?” I ask.  This isn’t the first time Alex has made reference to this and I’m confused.
            “There are a lot of theories. No one seems to know for sure.  It is not like the medical communities of the world are rushing to solve the problems of a society that they do not know exists.”
            “Are we like humans in every way? I mean would a doctor know the difference? Would he recognize that we are not completely human?  I don’t think I’ve ever been to a doctor,” I ask, flooding him with questions again.
            “Nor have I. We do not use the medicines of the world.  You should know that. Your mother is a healer.”
            “Well, yeah, but I’ve only seen her do minor things.  What about things that need a hospital? Where do the babies come from?”
            “Oceanna, that pretty much works the same way it does for humans.  I am hoping that one day I will have to chance to show you,” he says, with a smile.
            Now I really am blushing. “That’s not what I meant. I was asking, ‘aren’t the babies born in hospitals’?  I mean, it’s so dangerous otherwise, so many things could go wrong.”  I know I’m babbling, and I don’t care, because it’s either babble on, or die of embarrassment.
            “I was pretty sure you had the general idea.  Do you know you are very cute when you get embarrassed?”
            “That’s a good thing, because I seem to embarrass myself a lot,” I say.
            “Baby, I hope you will be comfortable asking me anything and everything.”
            “No problem. I don’t think I’ll be able to top that remark about the babies though.  I hope you’re not disappointed,” I say, and I find I can smile about it. “Now go on, tell me about the Seven Sisters. If they’re not sisters, who are they?”
            “They can come from any of the families.  They are the most powerful women.  I have heard it said Marina LaMer would have been on the Council for the past ten years, had she not chosen to stand by her daughter. But, it is because she choose to protect her daughter, that she would be deemed powerful enough to sit with the Sisters.”
            “My Grandmother, Really? Exactly what do you mean when you call them powerful?” I ask, starting to wonder if there are some super powers I should know about.
            “These women are powerful in their convictions and resolve.  Like you grandmother’s decision to give up everything in our world to put her child first. This has made her powerful in her compassion and the love of her child and a willingness to protect her at all costs. Of course, she could not have done that without the complete agreement of her husband, so don’t think that Sam is not powerful also.”
            “You know, my brother, Tom goes on a lot about our family being a Matriarchal Society, one run by women. I don’t feel it’s like that with Mom and Grandma.  Of course, Tom thinks I would side with them because I’m a woman. I just don’t see them pushing him around.”
            “It is not like that with the Dag and Mah-yim.  The Sisters don’t push anyone around. They simply make decisions.  They must decide what would be best for all. Sometimes those decisions are hard.  That is what happened to my parents.  They got caught in a difficult decision.  My grandmother was on the Council at that time, my mother’s mother.”
            ‘”You never told me that you had a grandmother living.” I say, surprised.
            “She is not with us.  The decision…my mother’s death… broke her heart.”
            “Oh Alex, I’m so sorry,” I say as I rest my hand on his leg. He reaches over, covers my hand with his, and we ride on in silence.
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