It's been cold lately, bone chilling cold. Winter days feel so constricting to me, do they to you? They seem to slow things down, make you turn inward, think a lot, take stock. The other night when the moon was fat and full, I couldn't sleep, so I lie awake wrestling with thoughts and questions: Am…
read more →There’s something strangely disquieting about having things, amassing possessions – clothing, books, collections . . . things we value. Granted, on some innate subconscious level, it is soothing; makes you feel like you are somewhere, some place, there where all your shit is. We define ourselves by…
read more →All of us look for ways to help us navigate our personal journey through life. We seek inspiration and direction in the places that speak straight to our souls. Music speaks to mine, especially jazz music. One of my main mental mentors is a musician from last century known as Charlie "Yardbird"…
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