Born on a Thursday #19: Sunset Strolling

I keep coming across surprises – like this yarn bomb tonight. It looks like a southwestern sunset. And behind it, reflecting in the window – actually is the sunset.

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Born on a Thursday #18: little girl love note and a jar of flowers

I wrote a piece a few weeks ago called now that you’re all grown up, who is your tribe?. That was the day before I moved from Phoenix to Flagstaff. The week gearing up to that day I was set to move to New York, and then a few of my plans changed and I decided, nope, […]

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Born on a Thursday #17: Come Play with us Holly . . .

It’s been a dreamy week – and that’s how things are in Flagstaff in the summertime. Astrologers would say the recent eclipses, and then, planets changing signs this week could contribute to that feeling. Also, I’ve been spending less time on Facebook and more time actually talking, laughing, dancing, smiling, joking, eating, drinking, working, playing, […]

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Born on a Thursday # 16: What do I want?

Too many times recently (in recent days and months) I have been baffled by the question, “What do you want?” Well shit, I think. I used to know. I feel so weird, saying what I want. I feel even weirder not being able to answer the question. I used to know the answer, it’s simple – […]

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I’m gonna try with a little help from my friends

Asking for help can open our hearts. Yes, it is true, it is very hard to make money from music (or writing for that matter) anymore, when it is so easy to copy. As a musician and a writer and a teacher, I have struggled with the issues of having my work “taken” without a […]

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I get by with a little help (and laughter) from my friends

I saw three friends who I haven’t seen face-to-face in fifteen years today! They are such sweet people. They flew in from Los Angeles and are going to Sedona for some healing work. These last two very intense (and dark for me) years have taught me that my friends are so important. And of course, because I was going through a dark time, I isolated, so I barely saw anyone. Now that I am beginning to feel better, I am making an effort to see people – and oh yeah(!) – it feels great to see my friends!

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I don’t believe in God, I believe in Stories – or, maybe it’s Vonnegut

“There are plenty of good reasons for fighting, but no good reason ever to hate without reservation, to imagine that God Almighty Himself hates with you, too.”
Though this quote comes from the World War II-centered Mother Night (published in 1961), its wisdom and ugly truth still ring. Vonnegut (who often said “The only difference between Bush and Hitler is that Hitler was elected”) was righteously skeptical about war, having famously survived the only one worth fighting in his lifetime. And it’s never been more true: Left or right, Christian or Muslim, those convinced they’re doing violence in service of a higher power and against an irretrievably inhuman enemy are the most dangerous creatures of all.

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