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Trying to hurriedly take a deeper look as I help Bill by being a beta reader. I can’t wait for him to be able to publish the third book in his trilogy. He strikes many chords in me with his art and I am thankful he trusts me to help him out.
Bill Jones.. you are awesome Hunny!!
Oh and thanks for one of my fave songs too!!

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I write many different stories, with quite differing themes. But in most, there is a single underlying theme. It blows gently there, like whispers of an autumn wind. It is love, silent, but there. I do not mean this to sound maudlin; love takes many forms and is not always gentle. Sometimes, love hurts or kills, or takes possession of that which it should not have. But at it’s best, it is merely present – strong and pure.

Perhaps that is why it continually sneaks – unbidden – into my writing.

From Emprise

Robin reached toward him, cupping his cheek in her hand. A delicate henna glove of geometric patterns had been etched into her skin. Charlie looked down and realized that her sandals were likewise only henna. She had been walking, barefoot, for miles, on a sea of glass.

“You look beautiful like that,” she said. For a moment…

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The most exciting news in a long time…Seattle city council voted 6-2 last night in favor of Chris Hansen’s new arena to be built near Safeco Field and Qwest Stadium, to house a new basketball team. It still has to pass King County Council and an environmental review but this has got Seattle folks screaming in the streets. After I first moved here I watched as the city’s heart broke when the Sonics were bought out and moved to Oklahoma. Protest after protest in front of the Federal Courthouse, it was a sea of green jerseys and protest signs. There are still hurdles to jump but Seattle is beginning to stomp its feet, the beginning of a cheer for a new home team.

The plus side…we are looking at the possibility of an NHL team also.

No matter how much I look forward to these possibilities I have one issue. My frickin commute is gonna suck because I drive past the stadiums to get to and from work each day!

When anyone tries to take their subjective opinion and make it seem like an objective fact, remember, its ok to not believe all that you are taught and you don’t have to follow someone blindly.

One of the reasons I was such a horrid student…because I always felt I had the right to formulate my own opinion and not believe everyone elses ideas. Especially a teachers!

I remember telling my short stories teacher that my character was an uneducated person after her complaints that I was writing phonetically. I wanted to the reader to understand him through my writing and not just say “my character is dumb”. She explained that it was I that was uneducated, my response was to mouth off “then you should be fired for not doing your job”.

Needless to say, Mr Marcolin, the student counselor, and I got to know each other well in those three years, but there was not one single phone call to my parents. I just stood firm that I had a right to think independently.

The fundamentals of education are critical but when its time teach different styles please use your brain!

Last thoughts…

Just because

you don’t see beauty in something

does not mean

the beauty doesn’t exist

Love this <3


I lay there in his embrace as he brushes my hair with his fingers and tells me I will be ok. He looks at me, just an hour after we have met up, tears flowing down my face and asks why I am crying. Its so hard to explain, or is it??

I cry because I am sated with joy being with him and memorizing every feature of his face for the millionth time. What if I will never look in his beautiful eyes again? Allowing me to peer in his soul, to see all of his secrets, his trust in me is not taken lightly as I am the harbor to which he anchors safely.

Tear filled blue eyes study him, wondering how he knows that his fingers in my messy tendrils are like a lightning rod to which all my emotion flows. Does he know my heart is racing and the sound of the blood pumping deafens me?

I am lost in him. Afraid to blink, I might never see him again… my crying deepens into a quiet sob.

He pulls me into his strong chest, arms enveloping me so tight. Brushing the hair away from my forehead so he can press his lips against my skin, time slows. My heart stops momentarily and I silently beg God to let me die in the perfect moment. My soul cries out to the Father…please don’t let this moment end.

Shutting my eyes, hoping my pleas are heard, He allows me to slip into a deep slumber in the arms of love. For now the restlessness of longing for my love is at peace. I know, in this very moment what home means.

August 25, 2012

A trip to the Thorp Fruit Stand and Antique Mall along I-90, just a few minutes west of Ellensburg, Washington. Angela and I went on in to Ellensburg for lunch at the Palace, best french dip I have ever had. A stop in North Bend on the way back so we could hit Starbucks then the back road to Snoqualmie and the Falls. What a super fun day with my best girlfriend, Angela. Laughter, tears, heart to heart talks, honesty and problem solving!! What an awesome day it was. I love this girl to bits!!!

I saw this girl, standing there, looking at the waves, not budging from her stance. Then I looked at the size of the wave she was facing. These waves were rising taller than how tall she was, then crashing and racing towards her feet.

I picked up my camera and snapped close to 30 photos, only having this one to show what she was facing. Once I put my camera down I watched 8 or 9 waves, each taller than she, rush to her feet. She then ran towards me, stopping at a man who was sitting on the same log as I was. She was so excited and exclaimed “Daddy, it isn’t scary once you realize its only water and just gets you wet!!”

So many things I have feared in my life have been just like these waves. I just have to remind myself and not fear.

Through the eyes of a child!!