I Dream of Bottles

“When I was a little girl, I was flipping through the television and discovered that old show ‘I Dream of Jeanie’. Have you seen it?” “Yeah, sure. Hot blonde in the genie costume.” “Of course. A hot blonde dressed like a belly dancer, very risqué for the era,” she laughed. “She would nod her head... Continue Reading →

The Loneliness of Being Misunderstood

  Penny lay stretched out on her belly on my bed, propped up on her elbows with her feet crossed at the ankle. Her feet swayed back and forth as she perused my father’s CD collection for the hundredth time. She studied the inserts that came with the CD's while I studied her instead of... Continue Reading →

Solitude

Alone. Occasionally, unexpectedly, he arrives at a place where he experiences utter joy in his own company. The feeling is both nostalgic and heartwarming. Here, he loses the clatter of noise that fetters him daily. Here he remembers himself, the self that only he truly knows. If he tries to put the feeling into words,... Continue Reading →

The Humility and Grandeur of Folk Music

I’m no stranger to live music. I went to weekly gigs all through the eighties, almost without concern for who was playing. Sure I had favorites, but it was more concerned about being out and partying with my friends. As I matured, so did my music taste. I became choosy about what I listen to,... Continue Reading →

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