Fire breathing butterflies

When a rebel speaks, I listen.

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Why did you start blogging?

Why did you start blogging?

I get asked this question often and I am always quick to answer because I know exactly why I started blogging. I was weary of the mean people in society being able to abuse the rest of us with their tirades and their lies and never being able to tell my side of the story, or be heard. I was taught it wasn’t polite to lash out or to even defend oneself against the travesties of other vile human beings, so I stayed quiet. In other instances, my hands were tied and I wasn’t allowed to say anything because of professional reasons. I needed an outlet!

Then I had a dream on Sunday.   Continue reading

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Losing my Anonymity

REM lost their religion. William Shakespeare lost doubt. Edgar Allan Poe lost his mind. I’m over here wondering if I’ve lost my anonymity even though I’m not interested in figuring out where it went.

I think it was the day I decided to start a blog that I had to come to terms with my own anonymity. Many of you out there might also refer to this as privacy. I knew I would always be a lightening rod of controversy and wanted to explore provocative subjects, so losing my anonymity was something I had to think about.

It wasn’t long ago that I realized this new affliction had affected me in other ways that had nothing to do with blogging.   Continue reading

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Life After the Narcissist

I have been riding the wave of euphoria for about two weeks now after publishing my first book and I am finally settling down and getting back to normal. I have never fancied myself anyone of importance and have no noticeable, notable qualities, except for one thing…you can find my book on Amazon now.    Continue reading

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writing to a soundtrack

Me at The Andy Warhol Museum in Pittsburgh, PA performing my 15 minutes of fame video.

There are days I will write to total silence. I read my own writing aloud on those days without distractions and without the feelings and emotions that a musical background tend to provoke. It’s only the words I’m interested in hearing. The cadence of how they sound and the beat and meaning they release to the reader.

Will the next person reading my words aloud understand exactly what I was trying to tell them? Continue reading

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Where am I?

Bending my mind around the magnitude of talent and thought that went into some of the art I have experienced takes me to another world whenever I need a vacation from this reality.

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Breakfast at the beach access

Chest high and smooth as silk, these half barrels break far enough out that you can ride them all the way down the beach.

The sun breaks through the rain clouds and shines a constant beam on the lone old-timer in a full wetty braving the cold Atlantic this morning, as I quietly chew my burrito.   Continue reading

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