Ch-Ch-Ch-Chaaaaaanges

Someone I've known for just shy of twenty years said something to me back in September, and I've been ruminating over it as I approach my fortieth birthday. We were talking about our inner voice. You know, about what we say to our selves in the quiet of our hearts; the things we think, but keep … Continue reading Ch-Ch-Ch-Chaaaaaanges

9 1/2 weeks, Princess Diana and trampoline competitions

I've always dreamed wildly; the dreams being intensely vivid ever since I can remember. I've even dreamed about people who have 'visited' me. When I was six years old, my friend Rachel floated through my window and sat on my bed. I knew she had been very sick, and possibly knew she was dying. Rachel … Continue reading 9 1/2 weeks, Princess Diana and trampoline competitions

Peace, love and firearms

I often say I'm like the son my father never had.  I want to make sweet love to love cars, and Dad has some beauties. I love driving my Jeep, and can't imagine ever driving an automatic anything. I love speed - cars, boats, planes. And another thing ... I. Love. Firearms. Always have and after … Continue reading Peace, love and firearms

The perils of writing a book that can (but doesn’t always) mess with your head

You know that you’re dedicated ready to be committed when you’re writing a book and the following things happen. Things that don't seem to perturb you, even though they should. - you conduct all business from bed. Phone calls, emails, conference calls, interviews, reading coroners reports and court transcripts, skype sex or any sex for that matter. - … Continue reading The perils of writing a book that can (but doesn’t always) mess with your head