Category: Family Life

#Word

As a storyteller, when people ask what I do I usually describe it as “Words: Spun, Sung, Spoken and Scrawled. In my life, I’ve had the good fortune to present words in all their formats. As a vocalist I spent time as a singer in studios and on stages. As a writer I’ve had my work of words printed in magazines, newspapers and children’s chapter books. As an actress I’ve gone deep into characters that delivered words I never dreamed […]

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You can’t take it with you.

St. James Infirmary Blues is an American folksong with multiple versions done over the years. Louis Armstrong, Cab Calloway, Janice Joplin, The Standells, Arlo Guthrie and others have performed and recorded the song with varying lyrics. My favorite version is done by Hugh Laurie. His has the lyrics, “When I die, bury me in straight laced shoes, a box backed suit and a Stetson hat. Put a 20 dollar gold piece on my watch chain; so the boys’ll know I […]

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The dog… was slightly electrocuted.

Preparing for a vacation is stressful and by most accounts, people are more than ready FOR a vacation from all that goes into preparing FOR a vacation. Getting ready for my recent vacation was no exception. First, I had to make sure I could leave work.  Monday through Friday, I have the great privilege to be behind a microphone and talk. For a storyteller, it is the perfect place to be, in a roll-y chair engaging in conversation but, making […]

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The Emperor’s New Clothes *SPOILER ALERT*

You’ve heard the story, right — The Emperor’s New Clothes? It is an old one and I want to believe I wouldn’t be ruining anyone’s expectations by exposing (pun intended) the ending. Yet, over and over again, I find that there are legions of folks that go through life as though they’d never even heard the original tale.  I often have a ringside seat, where I watch intelligent adults fall for the most transparent of con games. These seemingly bright people invite […]

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Abuse Molds You

Abuse molds a person, whether by actual hands of aggression or by words. Patrick Stewart recently came out to talk about the abuse he was subjected to as a child and I’ve never wanted to hug a stranger (which I often do) so much in my life. What particularly affected me was his take on the flip comments made by others about the abuse, about what triggered it. As if it were justifiable if someone asked for it. One of […]

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Not dead yet.

tears

An awful (and I do mean awful) lot of my head space is filled with the voice of the great patriarch in my life saying things like, “It is such a shame you didn’t do anything with your life, when you were younger.” And, “What a loss, that you didn’t do more with your life.” Those phrases started when I was 24 years old. I have to tell you, it has been pretty demoralizing to have to live with the […]

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Mothership Adrift

Awhile back, I stopped writing for anyone but my private journals (many small books I keep in my purse, my nightstand and a designated file in my laptop), at the time explaining that I was empty and had no more to say. That wasn’t entirely true. An awful lot of what I needed to say did not need to be shot out into space. The words swirling in my head and heart needed to be contained in a capsule of […]

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