I received notice earlier this week that I have been blogging at WordPress for 9 years. This prompted me to reflect on my blog’s look and changes during its near decade of existence. I didn’t call my blog Art~Writing~Life in 2011, but called it Creating New Worlds. My web address was my full name. TheContinue reading Nine Years Blogging at WordPress
Preparing For Stupid
It may seem harsh to call other people stupid, and even politically incorrect (if that is still a thing), but I am heading into the devil’s den of dumbness today as I prepare for another workday in the crazy world of retail. With Christmas approaching fast, the Electronics Department has been busy selling lots ofContinue reading Preparing For Stupid
Halloween III
It rarely happens that I have two days in a row off from work, so I took advantage of it and dusted off some old DVDs to get in the upcoming Halloween spirit. One of the movies I watched was John Carpenter and Debra Hill’s 1978 classic, Halloween, the one with a young Jamie LeeContinue reading Halloween III
Walking the Lonely Road
My blog is often a neglected child crying for attention. I have a tiny window of time to write, proofread, and post new blog posts. My daily life is a rush that keeps the heart pumping and puts a limp in my walk at the end of the day. Smile. There is always a momentContinue reading Walking the Lonely Road
Birthdays and Life
Today is my birthday. Another year older and closer to death. Death is a common theme the older I get. But that’s life for all of us. I was born on Sunday, 62 years ago. My mother said she went into labor while laughing at Jerry Lewis. She and my father were watching Hollywood orContinue reading Birthdays and Life
Being Me
I am me; not who others think I should be. When I write, I write for me. I know what I like, so that’s what I write about. I stay away from topics I find offensive, which places me among writers whom many of our critics label “conventional” and “old school.” I don’t think beingContinue reading Being Me
For Whom Everything Is In Question
Rain bundled like hay, hit like bricks that obliterated homes to sea; now she lives home-wrecked with her bony children and colorless neighbors on a tropical dune where they search for old haunts in sand, on waves and in the sky. I tell you this in memory of dancing bears and the drunk in theContinue reading For Whom Everything Is In Question
Waxing Nostalgic, Rush
If we could go back in time and if I could invite you into my home in 1974, I’d want you to listen to my brother Russ’s favorite music for a moment. It was heavy, hard, crashing, wild, and untamed at times. Raw. Energetic. Heavy metal. Thundering. Outside, it was summer. I had just graduatedContinue reading Waxing Nostalgic, Rush
