03 May 2015

Don't Label Me

I am pleased and proud to announce my new picture book, Don't Label Me:

The artwork is amazing, too.

Enjoy & In Joy

27 August 2014

Mixed Up

10 June 2014


I wrap my fingers around you.
I've longed for the feel of you in my hands; your hardness pleases me.
I caress you while I imagine the heights you'll take me.

I slide you in...
I slide you out, ever... so... slowly...
I position you... I pause...

My heart beats a bit faster. My breath catches.
I bite my lip.

I'm not quite ready.  It's been a while...

Slower... we have time.

I slide you in, and hold you there.
The seconds pass. I sense your energy - our potential...
I dare not move for fear of ruining this perfect moment.

I slide you out.
I bring you to my lips; my tongue plays with your tip and my lips barely dance across your shaft. My mind is already where we could be together.

Okay. I'm ready.

I place your tip in the proper position and slowly move with you... and with every stroke I become more excited, more alive... more me.  My passion pours out through you.
Each stroke melds us, you and I. Entangled in a divine purpose, fate brought us together.
I feel your power as you allow me to guide you. My hunger builds.

Our strokes come faster now, more powerful; raw with desire.
My mind races; my heart pounds, I grip you tighter.. I am lost in the moment with you...
The phone screams from its cradle...

...My passion evaporates; gone.

I slide you back into your cap.
I place you on our half-written page...

There will be no more writing today.

16 November 2013

03 November 2013

Time's a Wastin'

Well, guess what? 

I did it again.

Although I was warned, and told, and reminded that last night at 2am we would experience the twice-a-year phenomenon that is Daylight Savings Time...

Oh, I was prepared...

I was jazzed...

I'd popped the corn and put the sodas on ice...

... And, I slept right through it.


I swear, next time I'm gonna have to set my alarm.


Enjoy & In Joy

30 October 2013

Learning to Fly

Have you ever found yourself standing in a room full of passions you wanted to pursue and not knowing how to take that first step?

I've always wanted to learn to fly.

So, say you're standing in the middle of an Air/Space Museum, and you see that one sleek model...

Stay clear of this one, girls. It has some tricky maneuvers.

Tempting, yes, because it's beautiful.  But, it's not your style.  You don't even come close to its standards.  And you doubt if you'd be able to handle it for very long.

Then you spot this one...

It has more in common with your mom... just sayin'

It's raring to go, but you have your reservations.  It may get you up in the air, but it only has a couple flights left in it.  You'll be tinkering with its engine more than you'll be enjoying air time.  I know that's harsh, but...  It is what it is.

And, then, much like Goldilocks, you find the perfect model. The One.

...and this one was just right.

It's your style.  It's your speed.  There's a mutual attraction.  You could fly off into the sunset with this model.

Its engines are revved.  You're standing so close you can touch it; you want so much to reach out to it; to feel it.  Your heart is beating fast...too fast.  This could be it.  This could be the one to take you to new heights of passion. And, you've never wanted anything so much in your life.

Then you step back and look at all the other models in the room.  And you see they all have pilots, and you realize that even this one has a pilot.  Not only do you not know how to fly - it isn't even yours to pilot if you did.  Its pilot has lovingly cared and tended this plane for years, which, if you were to be honest with yourself, is probably one of the reasons it's so appealing to you.

And then you see yourself clearly.  You were never meant to fly, at least not a vessel as beautiful as this; you aren't even qualified to sit in its cockpit.  If you try to take this plane up in the air, you'll crash and burn - you don't know thing one about flying - ruining that fine craft in the process, destroying the dreams of its true pilot.  And, you realize the price of your fancy is too steep for everyone.

It's a beautiful and worthy machine, but you're not.

And, you walk away.

Because you need to learn to fly before you start looking at planes.

In Joy & Enjoy

20 October 2013

Not Much of Nothing.

Like so many things... I had a thought I'd wanted to share, but now it's gone. Vanished... Into the abyss.

Last evening I snuggled into my bed, reading a book.  Jack startled me out of the pages, when she ran in screaming, "O. M. G!"

I yelled back, "O. M. G. W. H. A. T?"

She stopped in her tracks. Her face contorted in myriad ways...
Then, she burst out laughing... once she realized what W H A T meant. It took her longer than it ought to have. Just sayin'.

I never did find out what she was O.M.Ging...

I had to run to the store this morning.

Jo is in Tiger Ladies this year, and we had to get her a type of duffle bag in which to carry her accouterments from show to show to show.

As we drove back up the street, headed home, we passed a herd of motorcycles, about 20 in number.

Keep in mind we live in a small town on Hwy 50, and once a year we have hundreds of motorcyclists invade us en masse on their way to or from Sturgis.

Jo looked out the window and said, "Crickey! Is it motorcycle season already?"

I wonder where one would go to buy a license...

While I was out and about, I dropped off some tickets for Jo's next concert to my mom.

Mom was watching Elvis in Jailhouse Rock on her TV. I walked in on the part where he's performing the title song.  I was reminded that not long after he performed on The Ed Sullivan Show, Elvis wasn't allowed to be filmed from the waist down. The censors thought his hip gyrations were too risque...

I couldn't help but think of the decency standards just 50 years ago, juxtapose to today's...

Thanks, Destiny Hope. Before you, I had no idea 'twerking' even existed.
I don't think I'm any better off, now... I'd much rather watch Elvis' pelvis perform fully dressed. And, you have to admit, his sexy sneer was much more appealing than ... whatever that slimy thing is hanging out her mouth.

For some reason, I'm in a Barbra Streisand mood today - which doesn't happen very often. I was youtubing down the musical river, and listening to various songs, like Somewhere and Evergreen and The Way We Were.  I pulled up He Touched Me, a song from my youth, just as Jo walked through my office area. I got the drive-by-commentary, "Creepy. Is that a song about rape?"

... uh... yeah... Thanks for ruining the song for me, Jo.  But, apparently she's vindicated. Jack came by as the song was ending, and inserted a "Creepy" comment of her own.

I'm currently watching, The Mirror Has Two Faces - one of my go-to movies when I'm in this particular mood. It speaks to me.

I hope your Sunday lasts long enough for you to get ready for Monday.

In Joy & Enjoy

10 October 2013

Just Friends

Your hand on the small of my back
pulled me into your embrace.

A good-bye hug between friends.
...nothing more.

"Good seeing you again," you said.

Your body pressed fully against mine.
It learned my secrets; traced my valleys.

A veil of modesty;
Layers of material pressed vapor thin kept us divided.
...never before so aware of how thin.

An eternity passed in seconds,
encompassed in your arms; you in mine.
Time wasn't.

This must be what home feels like.

Was it just me?
Or, did you feel our connection
when we parted
as friends?

pass the popcorn, please!