You: "Who me? Are you talking to me?" Your conscience: "YES. You. You have started a lot of things. Let's finish one." You: "How?" Your conscience: "I am SO glad you asked. Take a moment and write down all the reasons you can't finish. If you need help, I have a short source for you to check … Continue reading FINISH IT!
This published book, Giving My Self to the Wind, is a way to say ‘I was here.’ I stole that idea from Thomas Kail, the director of Hamilton. I hope he doesn't mind if I borrow it because it's true. A headstone doesn’t do it, and I cannot hold my kids responsible for substantiating my … Continue reading Published!
Deadlines are the lines drawn in the sand, the air, and on calendars. They are imaginary lines past which one should not go, or you'll die. Die of what? Failure? Disappointment? Losing a job? Not answering a need? Shame? Deadlines are a form of communication. "I need this by noon so we can move forward on … Continue reading Deadlines
Death sat curled up in a large swinging wicker chair in the long shuttered Garden of Eden. The warm breeze smelled of plumeria. A colorful macaw bobbed on a branch of that famous tree. The snake near the tree knew who the beautiful woman was, and recoiled from her, even though she really had no … Continue reading Death in the Garden of Eden
Eternity — it was the last thing I thought about when I died. I was supposedly going someplace (as they say) for a long time. In fact, they say the place you go will be the place you stay for the rest of time. I cannot fathom this any more than many people can … Continue reading E Is for Eternity
Do you want to know when you will die? My book is about a computer hacker who finds a huge database with every single person’s FUTURE death date on it. He sells the dates and gets rich, but other people want to profit from this “deathlist.” This book is part action, part religion, part philosophy, part … Continue reading Book Synopsis
Deathlist excerpt: She was wearing a black dress with a plunging neckline and an air-light shawl. Her hair sparkled with tiny, exquisite diamonds. They looked real. Her wide, sensuous mouth and perfect teeth smiled at the gray-haired gentleman seated next to her at Table 16. Harold got up from his table and started to go … Continue reading Death Isn’t Just Beautiful — She’s HOT