Cat Sense?


I’m allergic to their spittle and they look as if they’re up to no good twenty five hours a day. Correction, they are up to no good.

I have a few reasons why I don’t care for cats that much.

However, just because I don’t like them  doesn’t mean I don’t appreciate the role they have played as one of mankind’s favorite animals.

Sometimes, I’ve even been struck by a poetic thought over how the terms “elegant” and “alluring” must have been created just for the cat.
I’d never insult anyone for being a cat lover. As a matter of fact, we have a couple of them in the family. I’d sooner throw myself in front of something very large and very fast than deny my child the furry beat of his heart. The cats are well loved.
Occasionally, I’m amused with things like those “all knowing” looks on their faces.
I  think about throwing together  a story about a  cat being smart enough to understand something really simple. Something like knowing that someone voicing an opinion is not an invitation to mock, challenge or berate him or her because of it. A simple common sense understanding, this cat would have,  about all humans being allowed to voice their opinions and thoughts without punishment. Or humiliation. Or fear of any sort.
It would make an interesting tale, to say the least-if a cat knew stuff like that.
I can’t think of much else that would be more interesting, at this moment.

Well, other than the day we finally understand and honor that fact, for ourselves . Now that would be something.

Really love the Memory

“Ooooh oooh wheeeee,

I really love the memory

Of how they sang…yah Yah

The joy they brang”

Yes, it’s to the melody of “Boy from New York City.”. A song I have not ceased humming since age twelve-the time of this video and when my adoration for The Manhattan Transfer began.


MM MMMM..hotter than ever with THE best cover of “Route 66”

Be prepared to place your hands tight upon your face. If you appreciate the significance of  them having had the honor to have sang with, then living, legend Ella Fitzgerald..your cheeks may fly clean off of your face, you may end up smiling that much.


My “Transparent” is back

After enduring an “interesting” year…the return of “Transparent” for season 3= immense relief and reminder that all can be right once more. 😌❤️

The Last Cat Dancer

Few people get to experience a lifetime trifecta of fulfillment like Ron Holiday had-immensely blessed in love, health and occupation.
Also, few people recover after the annihilation of these joys, if they manage to attain them in the first place. Never mind maintaining the courage to retell the tale.
Try to take time to hear his story not too far in the future.

Your achievements will more than likely pale in comparison to what he had built with the loves of his life. However, we’re all vulnerable to soul crushing horrors, at one time or another.
After watching his story, may you grab a little precious something for yourself.
May you be introduced to, or reminded of, the fact that a loving “God” is not the legendary boogeyman of our crippled society. “God” is found in the tender kisses of those who celebrate each ounce of who you are-not who they want you to be. Being told you are loved so many times that you can still hear it when you find yourself alone.
With love like that, all is survivable.

Valentine's Day blank white Hearts

Just Because..

Because I can, that’s why.

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In the meantime, it’s a fun collection of original handmade polyester clay/resin pendants of female torsos that I crafted. What fun it’s going to be birthing the rest of the clan throughout the year, hm?

The Most Beautiful Brooklyn Boy ever..

..grew up to write, and co-write, over a thousand songs. If you don’t think the name Doc Pomus rings a bell, before watching the documentary “AKA Doc Pomus”, I can almost guarantee your soul knows of him very well.
Millions of folk, from falling in love to seeking comfort in times of unbearable pain, have hummed, danced to and clung to the words of this eloquent soul.
Crippled with polio the entirety of his adulthood, this miracle of a songwriter has been, and will continue to be, walking right by our side…or blessing  us with the juice to take another step.
A small sampling of the magic from Jerome Solon Felder…AKA “Doc Pomus”.
In closing, a song intensely dear to me “There must be a Better World Somewhere”. May it find the young spirit struggling against the bull shank expectations of this world.
May he find comfort in knowing that he is not alone.

Not a skeleton, but a gift.

I really appreciate ‘mom or dad died and skeletons fell out of the closet’ tales.
“Bridges of Madison County” and ” Wednesday Letters” are examples where hearts were forced to make choices as difficult as they were shocking to be found. Both start off with adult children shocked over the unearthing of secrets while squaring away a dead parents belongings.
Better yet, today, I saw a true life documentary on that subject , not involving secret and lost lovers. Instead, it deals with the more complicated love-between child and parent. A grown child, the director, finds rare opportunity to better understand a remote father after his suicide . If it had not been for the letters/tapes left behind, remote is what the man would have remained , possibly forever.
What made this an extra intrigue was the father’s close relationship with music legend Johnny Cash.
“My Father and the Man in Black”.

Wondering About

Wondering About

It’s probably pretty much the same.
With the me of Then and There
thinking on the me of Now and Here .
Wondering if the pain is a gift from me of Then,
I’m wondering again.
Does savage sadness need enduring for the sake of me for Now?
If so, then how?


Then…😏…a sibling creation-although the subject matters are different. This one (pic) is an incomplete polymer project that ‘popped by’ hours before the poem.

Both creations very welcome company on a sleepless night.😊

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