Welcome, and thanks for stopping by. Pull up a chair and sit on the floor. Take a deep breath and rest awhile. What can I get you to drink?

Please, don't rush.

Do you say “I’ll be there in a minute” and “wait a sec,” or, “what’s taking you so long?" Do you look at the clock and yell "where did the time go?" I do... we're not so different. We're in a daily race with our clock.

"I’ll do it later" or, "the timing wasn’t right" - every word I’ve written speaks to the lifestyle we live...

I thought I'd slow down when I reached a certain age. I thought I'd read books and relax. But somebody sat me down at a laptop, and I found myself writing. Now, I'm writing and reading and looking for more time.

Timing is everything (that's my mantra); a lifetime of experience, a laptop, and a passion for examining our human-ness, has come together for me.

I've always been a writer. I write in bits and on scraps, and when they're put together a story about a relationship is in there.

I believe education is ongoing; I attend workshops for writers and am active in critique groups - by the way, I believe they are a must.

Seeing as I'm still finding myself; it's safe to say I'm a seeker. I seek best with music on. It teaches me and arouses my passionate heart. I come alive with music, my music.

I hear Percy Sledge, the Four Tops, Teddy Prendergast, If You Don’t Know Me By Now and John Mayer Daughters, Genesis That’s All and my cells sway and dance, and I feel younger, but it’s not a young that is “seen." 
What is this young? Well, it's a young that I only know after living awhile. How odd.

I'm writing and Pandora music is my background. I realized a moment ago that I'd stopped mid-paragraph, lifted my arms and swayed with a great song. And I was in a man’s arms for that moment; I could feel his warmth, his smooth skin. Just for that moment...and then I went right back to my writing.

My body moved with the rhythm of the music.; Otis Redding, Etta James, Adele. My insides tightened with the sax or the drums, and the special way the Blues wail and cry and beg...How’s that for being under a spell? I go somewhere with the music...it has that much power.
Like everyone, I say there’s never enough. Time, that is. Say it too often, and then it morphs into where the heck did the time go. Do you say I’ll be there in a minute, and wait a sec, or how about what’s taking you so long?  Every word I’ve written speaks to the lifestyle we live. It’s all about time.

TIMING IS EVERYTHING has been my guide when I’m stumped, when I can’t decide what’s next. (What’s next. That’s another moment when I hardly notice that time is the topic.) Life is all about timing.

I’m a procrastinator. I don’t like to admit it, but here’s why I do: maybe my truth will benefit you.

Don’t waste time; even better - don’t waste your time. Do this instead: Enjoy the present moment and you’ll get another one in a second. Enjoy that one and then the next one and … get it?

I’m right in the middle of the first day of 2014. It’s snowing here, heavy and steady. Yesterday was endings, today is beginnings, Reflections, like last night’s confetti, are also heavy and steady!

I’ve got more to say - just not now.
Moving. - I’ve got enough lessons on moving to write a book … or a blog! That’s next.