The Number You Have Reached…

Categories: death, makin moves, media, my history, news and politic

I have always been a radio girl. I may not have always studied each and every song as hard as others: knowing the producers and writers and performers of every single song; knowing when they were released and if they were reprises; knowing the origin of every breakbeat and every sample.  But my radio was … Read More

Thank you, B. Smith.

Categories: death, good times, my history, our history, reminiscing

Growing up in NYC is an adventure.   Growing up during the 90s / early Millennia even more so.  I’m partial.  That was my “coming of age”.  Fresh out of college… experiencing the “real world” – mine only has quotations around it because I lived at home for a solid decade more, not stacking chips but … Read More


Categories: death, dreams

We walked along a boardwalk that was headed to a beach. (not running alongside the shoreline but the water was the destination).  Along the way there were several carnival-like places to go into – gaming places, music club, bars, etc.   I noticed that she was all at once my mother and my daughter.  But I … Read More

Breathe in the Decay

Categories: bad day, death, what in the entire hayle

So, for me… something smells. Always. My sense of smell has been the gift and the curse for me all my life.  I’ve always joked growing up in Queens that I could smell a fire that just started in Flatbush.   And while that may not have been entirely true – I could smell a fire … Read More


Categories: death, family, my history, reminiscing

Every day on this day, I flip through your pictures. Telling myself that I won’t commemorate this day. I’d rather celebrate your life than remember your passing. But it’s impossible not to think that this is the day the Earth went cold. Where all the real love was drained from Gaia. When the only person … Read More

No One Stays

Categories: change, death, growing

I just finished watching the finale of SFU and wow. The whole episode was a standard episode, but the last 5 minutes. Good Lord. I cried so hard I have a headache. I realize that everyone has to go. This world is transient. And everything in it. But the worst parts of leaving are 1) … Read More

Like Clockwork

Categories: death, dreams

I had a night out on the town of Houston with a few friends last night. Drank, played, talked and had a generally fun time. Got home from it pretty hammered but surprisingly had a lot of trouble getting to sleep. I had the fortune of getting to sleep for an hour or so and … Read More