MONDAY MEMORIES. “Scared Shitless’

(EXCERPT FROM UPCOMING MEMOIR) THE AUDITION(SCARED SHITLESS) So the talent agent Casey Fields talked me into going down to the Imperial Palace Hotel for my first audition as Barbra Streisand. We walked in to the showroom which was all red and black paisley velvet. It felt intimidating to me. I saw the cushiony velvet booths and the massive stark stage which had nothing on it– so it made it look even more huge. Casey the agent then  introduced me to Nelson Foster, a kind Hugh Hefner looking classy dude who had this very chiseled handsome face. He had a clipboard of some kind in his hand. Although he was not young, maybe in his 50s I could tell he was quite the studly guy in his  youth. He smiled in a comforting way and said  he was the co-producer of the show. In a friendly tone he said “Welcome to the audition…

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POEM-‘Day at the art museum’

DAY AT THE ART MUSEUM Spent the day at the art museum on a Sunday afternoon hardly any humans we walked thru every room.  Van Gogh, Monet, Matisse up close and in the raw This place holds mystic magic The solemn and the awe. The indigo impressions are worth it, every cent $4 parking for us both and gayly off we went. Creative vibes all fused together in one consuming space Picasso, Dali, Ancient mugs atop.. a solemn face. Mauve melancholy murals and turquoise tranced T’Louise, abstracts in alignment Impressionistic muse. Miniature glass houses  and oblong figurines furniture with inlays with sculpted headboard beams. Full bedroom armoirs   small wooden carvings  inside. my brain its now exploding my sadness now has died. Wooden heads atop glass bottoms model horses made of straw Syrian old tapestries stunning reds upon the walls. Massive gold inlays framing maudlin scenes old Mayan ruin relics mixed scarcely in between Gold gorgeous gaudy Gaugins all packed within…

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FRIDAY FREE FLOW POEMS – 3 POEMS A WEEK

I recently hit a brick wall in my life (but it was a good thing because it led me to my new writing life). I guess you could call it a mini breakdown but I’ve always thought of break DOWNS as break THROUGHS  so I guess you could call these break THROUGH poems! After many years of selling my art at art shows around the country I was like the Energizer bunny who hit the wall and went…..‘SPLAT!!’ Batteries went out!! These poems explain a bit of my frustration. They just spewed out of me during my recent writing hiatus. I know they are Dr. Suess-like and similiar in tone but thats fine with me. I had fun writing them and writing helped me move on and heal.  You might be able to relate to totally burning out on something. That was my mood when I wrote these three poems. They…

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THURSDAY THOUGHTS- ‘Synchronicty or Coincidence?’

“SYNCHRONICITY or COiNCIDENCE?” So……Today I woke up feeling as though I was ready for a miracle. I got a phone call from an old customer named Curt. He said “I bought your art back in 2004 in Melbourne Florida. Heres the piece you made for me!”  Id love to hire you to make more for me!”.  He sent me THIS cell phone pic!. I remembered that piece and told him it was a fun one to make! He said he wanted to hire me to make FOUR more larger sized pieces of art now..SOOO now along with three other customers who recently came out of the woodwork to hire me  I now have four custom orders Im working on and am back in full swing back in my art room. I was writing in my journal a lot lately about how burnt out and tired I was of shlepping my art to art shows…

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TUESDAY TRUTH- ‘Write or Die!?’

(EXCERPT FROM UPCOMING MEMOIR) ‘WRITE OR DIE’ My BIGBOY cat died about 2 months ago. Ever since my boy died I have been in this crazed whirlwind writing frenzy. Its like my pen has taken off running with my brain. ‘Non stop verbal vomit coming out of me’ I joked with my friends. ‘I just have this need to write now more than I ever have!’ My friends said “Just keep writing!”  So……..I did.  My pen it seemed had a mind of its own so I just allowed it to run. I was really  going through this deep grieving over my boy. Horrible  gut wrenching sadness about losing my ‘fur child’. Ive never had human kids so this was the closest Id come to losing a child. BigBoy was with us for 16 years . It hit me  hard, losing him to an awful cancerous tumor in his mouth. When he first got the…

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TUESDAY TRUTH- ‘Im a three legged stool’

(EXCERPT FROM UPCOMING MEMOIR) ‘IM A THREE LEGGED STOOL’ Since the age of 8 I was always a loner, the weird one, the isolated oddball. I always felt different, freaky, sensitive, alienated, awkward, big nosed and I was also a chubby kid. I always had a weight problem and felt very self conscious about my excess fat. Maybe because of all of that I was also a very creative child! Creativity was my refuge. I started writing diaries to deal with my feelings of alienation. I wrote feverishly and obsessively about my ‘boy problems’ (OH I was so dramatic!) how I felt like the oddity, the outcast at school etc.    I would write every night before  I went to bed.It was like my ritual. The pen  was  my friend. Check out the detailed words, concise and intricate handwriting, even back  at age 8. It was also fun writing my diary in…

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MONDAY MEMORIES.’Singing for tips..’

(EXCERPT FROM UPCOMING MEMOIR) After high school I began singing in lounges around the Denver area. It was the only thing I could think of doing that was in any way fulfilling and that I was good at. I tried temporary office jobs because I typed very fast but would either get fired (for singing at my desk once!), daydreaming, not answering the phones with enough gusto or not being great around humans. YEP I wasn’t too fond of human interaction! So I decided to try to figure out a way to sing for money. SINGING FOR MONEY! WOW I’M IN SHOWBIZ!! I recall walking into the Continental Hotel lounge in Denver and asking for the manager. For some reason I had some confidence (not sure where it came from) about my singing and I asked him if I could audition. I got the job and started singing in the…

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