A writer of novels, memoirs, screen, and theater plays, poems, short stories, and songs.
I also assist other authors in producing their best work.
Bearer of Light
Jojo was not about to let anyone steal the few moments she had left of her time on earth. Her first and last visit, she thought to herself knowingly. It was true that aliens of her status could pass through the universe without notice, tiny and unassuming, shape-shifting with the wind as easily as a chameleon did when brushed lightly on its spine.
No puff, no peace!
In 2012, I moved to Oregon, which is a "right to smoke legally" state, after being denied my disability benefits. I had yet to be diagnosed for an illness that made my muscles ache and burn and I was becoming exceedingly crippled in my right leg. This unfortunate twist of fate started in California in 2008, where the good green was not yet fully legal, however, one could obtain it with a letter to the state that one purchased from a pot doc for around $99 if one fell into certain criteria.
The profundity of the Black female jazz voice
In 1980, this writer attended the University of Bridgeport, in Connecticut to study the finer points of jazz and cocktails. Not that this was a new endeavor for me. I had been singing jazz in night-clubs in NYC as an aspiring jazz-vocalist prior to my being pulled out of the limelight by my mother, who deemed that if I were going to pursue a career in music, I had to have a degree (of some sort) as a backup.
The House on Lucy Lane
The house on Lucy Lane had stood silent and empty for as long as Rachel could remember; a testament to a family long scarred by secrets and regrets. Coming back to the upstate New York burg where home seemed light years away had been a means of resolving the past, an attempt to find a real home, not one that existed as a dream – that place where families loved and enjoyed each other’s company instead of stagnating each other with anger, abuse, and neglect.