Cigarettes and sex are on your breath again It's cool, I'm the same, the way we kiss...

A reflection on spirit marriage, paranormal love, spiritual guidance, and ten years of intimacy with a discarnate partner.

Exploring intention-setting, gratitude, and mindful practices for personal growth.

Meeting my spirit husband did not unfold in a subtle and gentle way. The initial connection unfolded during a creative surge.

Do you remember all the sounds, when I found you by the lake, and how the water seemed to call your name?

This book has been years in the making, taking dozens of twists and turns that have mirrored moments in my current and past life.

They have destroyed your beauty, your canopy that once enfolded me into your splendor.

Me, dressed in the finest intentions, glancing over, once, and then–the sky opened up. You were heavenly, frightfully sublime...

When reality suffuses our castle in the air, the yearning resumes its poisoned trail, weighing the heart. fogging the mind.

Typing is akin to using an Enigma machine, especially if I over analyze the keyboard...

What was supposed to be a four-day weekend of editing my story, ended up being a basement flooding nightmare.

After being haunted by the Brandstätten images in December, I decided to purchase original photographs of WWII bombed out German cities.

You passed away on June 2, 2016, in your house. You left behind a partner, a two-year-old daughter, a sister, a brother, and your parents.

Comedy sketches are ripe with material, and SNL is proving their mastery in this genre. There's a silver lining to these oppressive times.

A picture is worth a thousand words.

A 4AM sketch of Cupid and Psyche stalls as Cupid’s face won’t take its intended form. Each attempt produces a different man, one that forces the illustration for to follow a face I didn’t choose.