I took a selfie picture of myself on International Women’s day. Actually, there were at least five of them. One of them won. On that day, two friends noted me as a woman they admire. One of them said it was because of our victories. That made me stop what I was doing. Most people don’t know what my victories are. There’s the professional stage presence. I work unbelievably hard in a career I’m passionate about. The victory is that I taught myself my career and am one of the pioneering folks from the mid 1990’s who jumped into web design and website promotion. And then there’s the Soul presence…

I am not a flawless Creator. The last time I threw my life a curve on purpose was in 1994. Unlike a baseball pitcher practicing how to toss a curve ball, this life decision had no practice runs. I had to win. They say that when you ask for something you want through prayer, dreams, during meditation or those debates with your guardians and angels during long car rides, it will come to pass when all the pieces are agreed to and there is time to assemble the best outcome. Or, you can just go get the Golden Retriever puppy you have been wanting and show up at the house with…

From the first chapter, I was transported backwards by 100 years to find a woman with the spunk and courage to show me how to live today. I don’t recall where I got the nudge to purchase Beatrice Wood’s autobiography, “I Shock Myself”, but once starting to read the book, I feel unfortunate I will never know her. Beatrice Wood lived to be 105 years old. In 1912 she left her luxurious life as the daughter of a wealthy family at the age of 19 to live as a bohemian. Beatrice left New York City for Paris to become an artist. That same year, my great grandfather brought his wife…

The rule was simple. When you left home, you didn’t return. It was now five years later. I knew the answer would be no. The year was 1981. Everything I owned fit into my 1971 Toyota Corolla, including a cedar hope chest and my cat with seven toes on each paw, Abby Normal. I was homeless, jobless, alone and had just driven from Ocean City, NJ to a phone booth in Pennsylvania. There was a small white church in the town I drove to, situated along the Delaware River on the “Pennsy Side” as we used to say. A short drive north would have led me to the Frenchtown bridge…

We thought we were at the right place, but a retired racehorse named Germaniac had different plans for us. One moment it was the spring of 2014 and we were moving into a brand new house with colors we picked and shiny new appliance packages with those yellow energy savings stickers slapped onto them. Three years later we rented it out and moved into a historic stone farmhouse built in 1865, with an even older barn and one stall deemed, “It might be safe for a horse.” Turning For Us I met Kate Goldenberg when I was 10 years old, and she was 14. Our families had purchased properties next to…

I saw a picture of books laid out on a table in the way that bookstores do to promote latest releases or specific subjects. All the books on the table in the photo were banned by schools. I saw the picture as I was speeding by a social website. I no longer recall where. I don’t really care about the new social. It stopped being social when the value we put on caring for people stopped. The caring people created private groups where caring people can care about people. Imagine having to hide caring from the public. I remember a man who stood in front of thousands of people to…

I was 11 years old when Woodstock happened in the summer of 1969. Now in the summer of 2014 I am still a hippie who misses not wearing a bra and songs containing full sentences. If you have ever ridden a horse with no bra, you know the risks I took. I knew the hippies would fail and become the very same people they despised, because for starters they came from a different dimension. Science and energy workers tell us there is no such thing as Time. In fact, everything is math. The equations are insane unless you are my Dad, who knows what they are. For me, all I…

“Once we have the awareness to see our own story, we discover there is another way of creating the main character.” I’ve tried on three occasions to be hypnotized. It doesn’t work. I analyze every sound and each picture that appears inside my mind is filed away as fantasy. It is two days before I turn 59 years old and a week since I visited my hypnotherapist friend. My story fantasy has always been an utter and complete dedication to remaining 21 and when that proved to be ridiculous, 35 seemed like the perfect stopping point. My knees worked well then. Arthritis was something my mother and grandmother dealt with.…