Monthly Archives: April 2015


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It’s almost May and the roses in my garden are bursting into a spread of the most beautiful colors you can imagine. From a delicate pink to Black Magic burgundy, all those beauties pop up and swell right before my eyes. And it all happens in my little-piece-of-heaven – my wonderful garden.

And the aromas? Well, close your eyes and one whiff of Double Delight can carry you to far off exotic places. It does that for me.

And it does something else.

Those aromas speak to me in secret code. They reveal hidden messages, different for each and every one of us, I’m sure. But for me, a beautiful flower in the open air, under the warm sun, makes me think of secrets, of underground caves (how crazy is that when you’re talking about roses?) where primitive drawings decorate the walls. Those drawings reveal the unseen connections that unite all kinds of people across the planet, no matter how close or how far. The drawings always speak of common experiences.

And why wouldn’t they?

We are all made of stardust. Every single one of us. Think of it: Stardust.

And we live on one planet in a vast galaxy within a wondrous universe where invisible threads reach out to every living entity, whether it’s animal, plant, rock, or even right down to the core of the earth.


Have you ever planted a tree, and as you dig you visualize that tree mature and magnificent, all the time knowing you’ll never be there when it reaches its true potential? Still, there’s something deep inside that calls to you, demands that you lay down the seeds of tomorrow. In some way, we are all connected to that tomorrow.

That feeling , that hope is passed from one generation to another and it calls for us to take care of our home, Planet Earth, to keep  it green, keep it alive, prepare it for those who are yet to come. That’s part of our mission, what we’re meant to do. We need to listen to that inner voice, hang onto it, keep it alive, not just for us, but for those of tomorrow. We have to remember that we are connected to those tomorrows, those futures, even if we are no longer here to see them.

Earth Day was April 22nd, and each year when it arrives I am hopeful because I know there are people all over the globe who are going to wake up and realize that it’s now or never to save our world from total destruction, to save all the living beings that occupy it. But as unbelievable as it is, the destruction is accelerating. That not only disappoints me, it makes me desperate. Why can’t we understand that now is the time to try to save our world, take the moment to question our existence in this vast, wondrous universe. Really look at the rampant greed that is crushing everything: Trees are dying, animals are dying, oceans are dying. And when I say dying, I mean heading for extinction.

Gone forever!

Can’t you feel it? Can’t you feel the sadness?

Those days, when that sadness overcomes me, and I feel only the hopelessness of it all, is when I wander into my rose garden. I  prune, water, and smell the flowers with their scent of hope.

When I’m there, I just know people are going to wake up, look around, and finally realize that the responsibilities for our tomorrows rest solely on our shoulders

Picture flower thru pavement.

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A damning evaluation of a system that had put technological advancements ahead of human rights, and protection of the environment.


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 Each 24-hour period in my life is a desperate race against time — a frantic, mind-boggling sprint where I have to strangle, squeeze, wrestle, out-distance every single second.

Nothing, I mean nothing, ever fits perfectly into one day. And everything that’s not completed always splashes over into the next day, or the next two days, maybe even eternity.

And why does that happen?

Because over the years I’ve morphed into too many people: wife, mother, friend, nurse, painter, potter, sculptor, gardener, reader, music lover, and on and on. Has it ever been easy? No! Life is always too big to manage. But somehow it has been all right; it was working. Then came a blow that pierced my carefully managed world. It destroyed any illusion that time could ever be dealt with: I became a writer. How did that happen? And who burst my happy little bubble? J. J. Lamb. It’s all his fault. He wouldn’t listen to me.

Well, if I have to be fair, he did listen, but he wouldn’t tackle a story idea that I thought was (of course) FANTASTIC. I hounded him (one might say nag if one didn’t value one’s life). And it wasn’t like I mentioned it every day, but I have to admit it was out there at least monthly.

Finally, he turned to me and said, “If that story is ever going to see the light of day, you have to write it.”

That did it. And it was the chisel that splintered my solid rock of self-deception — it shattered it into hundreds of searching personalities that either flow in harmony or pull and tear at each other.

And guess what? He’s had to live with it ever since. That’s how Karma works.

Did you ever want to freeze time? I mean have everything stop? Stop spinning? STOP!

Everyone would be trapped in a kind of time warp, lost in their own world, while I could move at my own chosen pace. Imagine, 24-hour cycles wouldn’t exist. I could stretch a day into 36 hours. Or 72 hours.

Now that’s cool.

You could take (or is it steal?) the time to really look around.

It’s all right there, even now. You might see things for the first time. Look at people’s faces, really look. Take the time to really see their expressions, really see their body language and read it. Study their eyes in depth – look into their souls, and maybe even know what’s in their hearts.

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The Organ Harvesters (Assent Publishing) Winner! The 2014 Stellar Sci-fi Contest For Science Fiction Dystopian Novel.

A damning evaluation of a system that had put technological advancements ahead of human rights, and protection of the environment.

Five ***** “Compelling from cover to cover.”