I don’t write to be famous, I don’t write to be known, I write because I am and I want to be read. How sad to fill a room with paintings no one sees or play music no one hears. Writing is talking without sound, singing without score and dancing without movement and yet, it is all of them. It is a solitary art conjured from thought and expressed by the need to communicate.

HEAD SLAPS, SPEED BUMPS and LIGHTBULBS, one woman's WTF, oops and ah-ha moments of life.

They were published once, and as every writer knows, once is not enough.




Saturday, April 25, 2026

When through a stack of sticky notes near my computer that looked like a multicolored pile of very thin slices of very thin bread. Started to read the years-old sandwich and at the very bottom was the name of my blog which I totally forgot about. 

Well here I am in the land of the forgotten.

High times back then !

Had just published my book. Was turning out my weekly column.  Still holding on to 'the writer's dream' so to speak. Now...

Well I won't go into the tribulations of aging or the miracles and disappointments that arise when deadlines are tossed. Life is good, very good in fact. Actually it feels strange that I write this even though I know there's no one out here to read it. No problem. 

Every day is a gift. 

I am blessed.

 

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