The Not Day

Is it 1979? Because I’m fairly confident my brain today could pass as being the sole inspiration for Pink Floyd’s “Comfortably Numb.” Days like today make me want to throw in the towel for this blog. Because, really, it is what it first set out to be: a collection of daily writings — and the […]

I have a two-year-old.

She’s quiet, doesn’t talk back and never throws tantrums. She’ll never succumb to the terrible twos; I can guarantee the worst she’ll give me is some difficulty when it comes to gathering my thoughts and focusing. She’s a joy to come home to, and I’d swear she appreciates our nightly routine as much as I […]

Inspired creations.

I can’t not create something. It seems there’s always something brewing, something in the works. Maybe it’s a batch of biscotti, perhaps it’s one of these blog posts. Sometimes I’ll hear a song on the radio and give it a classical spin on the piano, full of ascending and cascading arpeggios that give a nod […]

The Rut

This blog is the product of some inspiration that came my way after starting a book of daily devotions I bought at the beginning of January 2012. Since then, with the exception of one day, I’ve written daily — by midnight in whatever time zone I happen to be in. I was on a roll […]

Inspiration

The first CD I ever purchased was bought in Michigan. There was a Tower Records across the street from campus and some interesting, strange, ethereal music was playing in the store while I was browsing. My head was in another place as the combination of sounds and sight — wandering through aisles of talent and […]

The Sweet Life

Tonight is one of those nights when I feel like I have nothing to say. And yet, don’t we always have something tumbling around in our heads? There’s a lot tumbling around in mine. Money, diet, future, exercise, travel, errands, pets, work, chores, bills…the fact that I need to generate a blog post. By midnight. […]

What are the odds?

I’ve always wanted to be a writer. I remember writing poetry from elementary school through college, and in my high school yearbook, my “dream profession” is a two-fer: psychologist and writer. I’m not a paid psychologist, but I do over-analyze myself on a daily basis. That counts, right? Sunday night I was feeling a particularly […]