I suppose the reason I began to write is simple. I began to write about my thoughts because I never thought I could tell anyone about them. How could I tell someone? Besides, writing is writing and telling is telling, which means I am safest here. There’s no judge or...

I admit that yes, I have said this before. “Damn kids!” I admit this and laugh because I remember being a kid and laughing when some old person shook their fists and shouted the very same thing. Damn kids!I remember this. I remember the differences between the...

Where does anything begin? I suppose we begin everything from the start – and since we all have our own story, this means we all have our own page one. This means we all have our own beginning, middle and an end. I think about this. I think about the different...

Music [ myoo-zik ] noun An art of sound in time that expresses ideas and emotions in significant forms through the elements of rhythm, melody, harmony and color.The tones or sounds employed, occurring in single line (melody) or multiple lines (harmony), and sounded or...

I see you. . .It wasn’t so long ago that I was you. But yet, I have to correct myself here. I have to correct myself because I was never you and you were never me. We are both entirely different people. I was much younger once. I can say this for sure.I was certainly...

The other day, someone said “There  are 7.5 billion people in this world and you’re going to let the opinion of one person stand in your way?” I have heard different ways this has been said, but yet, hearing this the other day was as if I had never heard this before....

There are those that talk and there are those that do. I suppose the real question is who do you want to be in this equation? Do you want to talk about your life? Or, would you rather live it?The question itself is simple.Keep in mind, each and every one of us has a...

I sometimes wonder if art has been lost to technology. Or maybe it would be safer to say that art has been stolen right before our very eyes and no one saw it coming. Or did they?I can say that the written word is hardly written anymore. It is more often typed now, or...

I still see them sometimes, the bullies from my past. They visit my thoughts when I least expect them. I see them in both old ways and new ways. I see them on their social media pages wit amazement. They are parents now. They have children of their own. And yet, I...

There are defining moments in life that are more than just defining. They are undeniable, They are the moments that we can never get back or retrieve again. This makes them all the more priceless. These are the days of our youth. These are the times of our life. These...