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Running Hot, Running Cold, Where oh Where is Goldilocks?

6/30/2016

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Did you know that the habitable portion of the solar system where we live is actually called the Goldilocks Zone?  Its not too hot, not too cold, but just right to support life forms like us.  That started me to thinking, musing and well, you know.

The month of June in Southern California has run from excessive heat warnings to you better take a warm sweater with you kind of weather...and back again.  There were days I thought we would never leave winter/spring behind and other days I friend proverbial eggs on the sidewalk.  All in all, to be a bit prosaic, it ran hot, it ran cold, but rarely was it "just right."  Where the heck is Goldilocks when you need her?

Tonight it occurred to me as I was summing up my experience of the month of June, the weather definitely reflected my personal rolly-coaster ride as far as what keeps me busy and interested.  I worked like a dog at a couple estate sales with my friends at Orange Empire Estate Sales and Liquidations  Then I was into the zone with my writing a few times my Inlandia workshop and the June summer salon I wrote about last time.  I did my morning pages religiously, and worked on my personal memoirs and essays about my life and about my career (two separate projects).  Not much in the way of photography this month, but I did do a lot for OEESL.  So I guess that would be luke warm, but not just right ala Goldilocks.

All in all, it seems to even out.  I think we are all a bit like Goldilocks in that if we are smart, if we have an adventurous soul, and if we are not afraid to try new things, we sooner or later find those things that are just right.   And if we are very smart, we enjoy those things, savor them and then we go out again to try what might be too hot or too cold, but in the end, find what is just right for us.

And that's where I'm at right now.


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On Writing: A Salon at the Inn

6/27/2016

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Once writing has become your major vice and greatest pleasure,
only death can stop it.
 

​Ernest Hemingway
PictureThe Presidential Lounge at the Mission Inn
 Sometimes I come to my laptop, sit down, and don't have a clue as to what I want to write.  The other day I was feeling inspired...it was yesterday in fact.  I had been to an amazing writing salon with a young MFA graduate from UCR with whom I had taken a memoir writing class early in the spring.  She is moving back east, but wanted to offer some summer salons for her students before she left.  I was very excited.  Just that morning, I had written a long list of blog topics I could write about...maybe even turn into personal essays for, are you sitting, publication.

For some reason I cannot recall now, I had to miss the first salon, so I was totally jazzed about attending this one.  I rearranged some plans to go to a concert and even wrote something to be critiqued.  As the appointed time grew near, it was not certain we would even meet.  Only two of the students from the workshop were able to come.  But Minda, (Minda Honey), decided we would go forward. We decided to meet at the Mission Inn's Presidential Lounge, just the three of us.  And so there we were, the three of us, two of us with Margaritas and one with white wine.  

Without going into too much detail. I have to say it was one of those experiences when I felt like, well, a writer.  We talked content and message, word choice and tone, pace and flow.  We sipped our drinks over the two hours and I felt like somewhere nearby Hemingway, Lawrence, Eliot and Fitzgerald might have been watching.  Well,  it my fantasies, this is what I always thought would be a part of my life as a writer.

Well, its not the Left Bank of Paris and I'm probably never gonna be a Hemingway.  Not sure I want to be, at least as far as his lifestyle is concerned.  I do want to write, though.  And it is happening.  I am a writer.  Even when I am not writing, I am thinking about it.  That is one of the true signs of being a writer.  I am finding my own voice, in fact, I think I have found it pretty much.  I imagine someone might even guess it was a piece I wrote even if my name isn't attached.  Well, it could happen...

Anyway, that is where I am at.  I am writing a blog about it. And that's what writers do.  They write.
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Pesky Time Flies Fly By

6/23/2016

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Time flies are something we all hear about but can do little about..usually.
Nothing worse than the pesky time flies.  They come in through open windows with no screens or when you open your backdoor coming in from the yard.  They invade like they own your place and the next thing you know it's June and half the year is gone.

Okay, I'm fooling around a bit with the old idiom time flies.  But really, isn't it just about as irritating as a fly buzzing around the house that time does seem to fly by so dang quickly?  I mean, really, wasn't it just yesterday it was a brand new year and everything seemed so promising, like this was going to be the year everything would fall into place?  But time marches on.  Time heals all wounds, but it also wounds all heels as it karma is its own reward, right?

I don't know about you, but I tend to try to swoosh flies out the door or window.  I figure they have a very short lifespan and it seems a shame, no matter how vile their lifestyle is, to cut it off with a smack of the newspaper or flick of the swatter.  But if they just won't leave, well, justice is justice and I don't have time to fool around.

So here it is June.  I must admit I am not where I thought I would be at in my activities, but I am further along than I was in January.  I didn't think I would be practically working full time again, but I guess the gods had other ideas.  In any case, along the way I have marked many milestones.  This is the year I guess I officially enter "the golden years".  What I need to remind myself is that they are only golden if I decide to make them so.  Even if I have to kill a few flies along the way.
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Fathers' Day 2016 -- Cherry Pie Memories

6/19/2016

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My father loved cherry pie.  At least I think he loved cherry pie.  He must have because every time I think of cherry pie and especially when I have a piece of cherry pie, I think of him.  I hear his  "Mmmm" in my ears as if he were there enjoying it.  My mother made cherry pies now and then.  She wasn't a regular at the baking thing, but I do remember helping with the lattice top crust, laying the strips carefully across, weaving the second layer in and out.  It was at art.  And then we'd pop it in the oven for an hour more or less.  It would cool on the kitchen window sill for a while, until after dinner, when we would all have a piece with a bit of vanilla ice cream on top.

This memory comes to mind whenever I hear the song, "Can she bake a cherry pie, Billy Boy, Billy Boy..."  At least I think it is a memory and not something my mind has created out of the bits and pieces of a rather fractured family life I had growing up.

Fact is I don't know a lot about my father's likes and dislikes.  I know he was a good man who suffered from alcoholism.  Because of that, he was not home a lot.  Yet he went to work every day until he became so disabled he could not walk to the corner to catch the bus to go to downtown Detroit where he worked in a factory assembling shipping crates.  Even then, he got himself a job with his bar buddy, Elmer, on the back of a garbage truck picking up garbage.  He knew he needed to work to put food on the table and a roof over the heads of my mother, brother and I.  We never went hungry for the necessities.  What we lacked was the necessity of knowing my father.

I know he like to drive, and drive fast.  He wrecked every car he ever owned.  His younger brother confirmed this for me during one of the family vacations in the hills of Pennsylvania where we went most summers for two weeks.  Even then, he didn't talk much so I never got a sense of who he really was.  In those days many dads thought they needed to be silent, strong and aloof.  He had a fiery temper, (his siblings did too), and that I remember well with the drunken rages and sober rants.  I remember one time he was trying to do his taxes and he called the IRS to ask a question.  The person on the other end of the phone either couldn't answer the question or didn't answer it.  To this day I remember the crash of the received onto its cradle so hard it cracked in two.

Funny thing, I loved my dad.  Even with all his fits and starts at doing anything, and never finishing much of anything, he was still my dad.  And there were rare occasions he actually told me he was proud of me, like when I learned to type.  He thought that was quite a skill to have.  He barely made it through 8th grade...if that far.  And when I graduated from college, well, he wanted to see me so badly he put on his three piece suit he had worn at my mother's funeral, boarded the train in Detroit and rode all the way to San Bernardino.  When he got off and I saw him in that suit, beaming ear to ear, I knew it really didn't matter if I knew what kind of pie he liked.  Maybe he had changed into the suit just before the end of the three day trip, (I hope so), but in my mind he just wanted to be sure he looked his best.

My dad died in 1991.  Twenty-five years ago.  We never really talked much, just brief conversations on the phone now and then.  Once in a while he's say he loved me.  He's say he knew I was a "good boy."  I always wondered then and still wonder now how much he knew about me.  But I guess that is how it is between fathers and sons sometimes.  The most important thing is to know the bond is there no matter what, love is behind it and cherry pie tastes better when it reminds you of your dad.  
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Appreciating the Silence: Post Paris, San Bernardino, Orlando

6/17/2016

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There has been so much talk since the terrible tragedies in Paris, San Bernardino, Orlando.  Throw in Sandy Hook, Tuscon, Aurora...and all the many other places that became synonymous with hate and violence run amok.  Everyone is talking.  But who the heck is doing anything?

Sometimes we just need to stop it all.  We need to go inward.  We need to listen to that still, small voice in all of us.  We need to do this alone.  We need to do this with our friends and our families.  We need to do this at meetings, at nightclubs, at schools, at shopping malls.  We need to just stop the cacophony of yammering and just listen.  We need as I said already, to listen to that still small voice within each of us.  Then we need to listen to the voices of those around us.  Listen.  That's what we need to do, what we must to do, the only thing we can to that will stop the madness.

When we are talking we cannot hear what is being said.  We cannot hear the heartbeat of our surroundings.  We miss the signs of what is bubbling up all around us from the murmuring springs of dissension,  to the erupting volcanos of suppressed rage.  It's all there plain as day.  We just need to be silent a moment to hear it.  The answer is within us all.

I remember hearing many years ago that you cannot legislate morality.  I don't hear that said much any more.  Morality is learned.  We teach it to each other.  Parents hopefully teach it to their children.  Leaders share it with followers who respect them.  Once the proverbial horse is out of the barn, though, it is difficult to bring it back.  Training begins from the time the foal emerges from the mother's womb.  The mother teaches it.  The horse-trainer teaches it.  The other horses bring the young one into line.  It is not unlike a human.  We all must be accountable to help the generations know that they, too, are accountable.

Practice silence.  Turn off the sound of your TV.   You can soon hear much more by watching the faces and gestures and postures of those speaking.  You can even do this with those around you as you listen and observe in silence.

We can change the world one step at a time.  That step begins with ourselves.  Once we hear our inner voices, we can learn to come from a more authentic place.  In being authentic, true to ourselves and others, we can truly make this world a better place, one thought at a time.
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How to Cope with Hair-trigger Anxiety

6/15/2016

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A while back my friend Bette suggested I write something about a phrase she had heard that day: hair-trigger anxiety.  I Googled to find a definition and found this:

A heightened state of arousal, stress or sensitivity to certain sensory stimuli. It can cause intense emotional reactions, anxiety and impulsive patterns of behaviour. It makes us feel alert to hidden dangers - a primal sense of threat, a feeling of treading around on eggshells without knowing why. Or the belief that you need to remain alert in case an impending disaster. At other times it may be a sense of uncertainty that cannot be tolerated. Often, however, the source of the threat cannot be identified and your reaction to it feels disproportionate to the reality. It is as if you have acquired a feeling of unease that cannot be shrugged off, triggering alarm bells for no apparent reason – causing an atmosphere of tension. This is usually played out with a sense of urgency and causes compulsive behaviours that seek to avoid or escape the source of the perceived threat.

It occurred to me when I read this definition that this in something many people around the world are living with most of the time. The threat of Isis attack, the mass shootings that seem to be happening every other day, traffic jams and crazy drivers everywhere.  These are just a few of the things that can set off some hair-trigger anxiety of any one of us at any given time.  And it probably manifests in different ways in different people, even animals.

So I wondered how we can cope with this heretofore unknown (at least to me) malady.  Breathing helps.  Reminding ourselves that the world is evolving and getting more and more crowded.  Everyone is feeling the stress of trying to maintain a sense of self and of territory.  I remember many years ago in one of my college psycho classes we were shown a film (not video) which talked about an experiment that was done with rats as follows:


Some rats were put into an enclosed space just large enough for an optimal population.  The rats went about their little rat lives, foraging for food (which was supplied by the scientists, eating, mating and sleeping...the usual stuff even humans do in a normal community.  As time went on, even as the rats reproduced themselves, new rats were introduced.  Gradually the population began to stretch the resources of the community.  Overcrowding started straining the formerly peaceful ways of the rats.  Fights broke out.  Murders occurred.  Cannibalism even happened.  It wasn't pretty.  

That little film has stayed with me in the back of my mind all these years.

What I try to remember is that it is important to  not let the madness of the world impinge upon me to greatly.  I need to detach and let the world go by.  I stopped driving so fast, trying to get ahead.  I found that I usually arrived at my destination about the same time as usual, or at least about the same time as others on the freeway who had jockeyed to be ahead of me did.  It reminded me of the old proverb about the tortoise and the hare.  I'm more of a tortoise these days.

So whenever I feel like the trigger on my anxiety hairs might be in danger of going off, I stop, think, and then move along...or not.  Whatever is appropriate.  The anxiety subsides and everything turns to lollipops and rainbows.  Well, maybe not quite, but it does feel better, more relaxed and I do not engage in the madness around me.

Maybe we could start of HTA 12 Step Support Program?  Support is a good things.  At least, we should talk to someone.  Human contact, which seems to be getting more and more less these days, is one thing being human is about.  Aha!  And then maybe we can enjoy a lollipop while watching for rainbows again.

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When Silence is Not Golden: Thoughts After Orlando

6/14/2016

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Traditionally a moment of silence is observed whenever there is a tragedy.  It can be the death of a member of small work group or a major tragedy such as 9/11 or the most recent one in Orlando.  At one time they served a purpose.  Now they only seem to emphasize the lack of action taken against the now routine random acts of violence plaguing our world.  In the news this morning, it was reported how the US Congress erupted in chaos during the usual moment of silence observed in honor of the victims in Orlando.  Reportedly it was mostly democrats who were crying, “Enough.  Silence is not  the answer.”


There is a time for prayer.  And this is indeed one of them.  But I learned long ago that God expects more than just prayer.  He expects us to act, to be his feet, his arms, his eyes, his heart in this broken world.  Pray for the strength to stand up to hate, to attack, to the storm.   Whatever version of God you subscribe to, it is what God needs from you.  And even if you do not believe in a God, you are still a member of the human family and it is what families do for each other.  Even when some members of the family do evil, atrocious things.


I was talking with a friend the other night after Orlando happened.  He said something about how violent the world has become and how we seem to be getting so calloused to it.  For some reason I thought about the 1967 Detroit riots.  I was still living in Detroit during that terrible summer.  I remember at 16 the fear I felt even though I was fairly safe in my northwest suburban home.  I remember watching the news and hugging my mother.  The curfew was throughout the metropolitan area.  There was a strange silence.  I remember going to the end of our drive and looking toward Grand River Ave, one of the main boulevards coming our of downtown.  For a moment, I thought I heard the rioters.  I didn’t, but it did seem like the end of the world.


Each time there is one of these horrific acts or events, it seems like the end is at hand.  I told my friend about the above.  After 50 years, it is still a violent, broken world in many ways.  Sadly, it is nothing new.  Yet there is so much good, so many good people.  Thinking about that alone, I remember the words of Edmond Burke: “The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing.”  Silence sometimes is golden.  Silence sometimes gives us time to find our inner voice, our core of strength.  But silence is not golden when it is used to simply make us feel better and move on.  
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Rush to Nowhere Fast

6/10/2016

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After spending many hours today battling LA freeway traffic, I am so very tired.  Why would anyone do it?  I can't imagine why anyone gets into a motor vehicle and heads into Los Angeles just for the heck of it.  My destination today was UCLA, Westwood, the Medical Center to be exact.  Driving someone in for a medical appointment.  Good deed. Nice guy me.  Yeah, right.  It took two hours to drive in.  Four hours to drive home.  Bumper to bumper.  Madness.  Who would do this?  Who?  

Well, apparently thousands upon thousands of people because they were all out there today.  Yep, from tiny smart cars and Mini Coopers to sporty sedans to SUVs to delivery truck and semi's.  All of them were out there, jockeying for position.  And of course it was a June afternoon.  Another graduation day at UCLA.  Preparing for a movie premiere, Now You See Me 2, opening tonight.  

And on the freeway itself, the beginnings of the mad rush to get out of town after another work week.  Heading to the dessert, the sea, Palm Springs, the Colorado River, the mountains or, believe it or not, home.  Everyone, all at once!

Oh well, I survived.  Aching butt, spasming quads, eyelids propped open with toothpicks.  It seems to me someone should have known about this eventuality.  But, no.  Everyone wanted their own personal mode of transportation.  And now here it is: autogeddon.  LOL

I guess it just shows to go you what happens when we put our own selfish needs and desires first before the good of all.  There's a lesson in all this.  I just hope it isn't too late to learn it.
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Ninety Eight Years Later

6/9/2016

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Sometimes it is so random the memories that pop up.

​Tomorrow it will be ninety-eight years since my maternal grandparents married.  My grandfather died before I was born.  My grandmother passed in '83, shortly before I bought the house I live in now.  I often wonder what she would have thought of it.  I'm sure the way I moved around while in college she probably never believed I would put down roots.  Actually, until I bought the house, I can almost guarantee she thought I would move back to Michigan someday.  The purchase of this house changed both our expectations and hopes.

My grandmother was very good at helping me know my grandfather.  He was a good man, good to his family.  He had a minor cleft palet and died of cancer.  I remember my grandmother telling me how he would lie in his sick bed at their cottage at the lake and listen to the children playing and the birds singing and cars going by outside.  "I hate just lying here," he would say to her.

He died in 1946.  Seventy years ago.  My grandmother remarried in '48 and moved back to the suburbs of Detroit.  When I came along, I'm sure I fast became her favorite.  At least I was the closest.  Her son lived not too far away but married into the Jevovah Witness faith and between that and his wife, a wedge was driven between her and his children.  She lavished her attention on me.  

I guess I am thinking about this right now because of the anniversary tomorrow.  As I wrote the other day, that is what anniversaries are about.  They help us to remember the important events of our lives.  Happy anniversary, Norm and Lucy.  You remind me that love always lives on.  

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Slogans and Beyond: They Say So Much Without Saying a Lot

6/8/2016

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No matter what you say about all the folks who threw their hats in the ring this primary season as candidates for President of the United States,  you have to say they all started with high hopes and great expectations.  Sure, many, probably most of the 22 candidates went down in flames.  At times it felt like a reality show with each primary held, more candidates being voted off the island.  I suppose that is what has made this election cycle so dang fascinating.  

I found this list of the campaign slogans for each candidate at www.taglineguru.com which presents the 2016 U.S. Presidential Campaign Slogans (ranked highest to lowest) as follows.  The commentary is mine.


  1. From Hope to Higher Ground.  Mike Huckabee - Wouldn't it have been nice to have moved from hope to higher ground instead of the hopeless morass we seem to find ourselves now?
  2. A Political Revolution Is Coming.  Bernie Sanders - Perhaps there is a revolution coming, but I fear it man not be the one Mr Sanders is trying to start.  Things have gotten ugly.  Where is that higher ground referenced in #1?
  3. Telling It Like It Is.  Chris Christie - Yep, this is sound advice.  We would all benefit from do this in every aspect of our lives.  I wish these folks were always telling it like it is.
  4. Defeat the Washington Machine. Unleash the American Dream.  Rand Paul - Yes, the American Dream is being held captive..somewhere...but not necessarily where and how Mr Paul might thing.  I think it is held back by each and every one of us when we don't take a stand and remember what really makes this country great.  Read the Constitution, the Declaration of Independence and maybe the Bill of Rights.
  5. People Over Politics.  George Pataki - This makes sense. It is the people that count.  It seems to me that many politicians forget for whom they work and why they were sent to Washington (or any governmental office) in the first place.
  6. Reigniting the Promise for America.  Ted Cruz -  The source of this aside, this is something I think we all long for.  America was and still is the greatest experiment going.  It is the promise of a better life for all who live here and who immigrate from places of less promise.
  7. Jeb!  Jeb Bush - Well, this is simple and to the point: the point being, ego is not the answer and you need more than a simple slogan.
  8. Fresh Ideas for America.  Lincoln Chafee -  Can't argue with this.  There are plenty of old ideas, too, that need to be revived.  Don't throw out the proverbial baby with the bathwater you know.
  9. Rebuild the American Dream.  Martin O’Malley -  This would make a truly great reality show ala the Home and Garden Channel.
  10. A New American Century.  Marco Rubio - It is that.  Of course we are not alone in this century and the sooner we realize that, the better.
  11. Believe Again.  Bobby Jindal -  Yes!  I think we are suffering from a dearth of leaders to believe in.  I want so badly to believe in our leaders.  But truly, how can we believe in anyone unless we believe in ourselves?  You know what they say about charity beginning at home.
  12. Restore the American Dream for Hardworking Families.  Rick Santorum - I think most hardworking families still have the American dream.  It's just not with the current madness going on at the top.
  13. Leadership You Can Trust.  Jim Webb - Again, yes, yes, yes.  If we have this, we have everything.  Even when we do, somehow there are those who find reason not to trust.  That comes from not (as in #11) beleiving in ourselves and knowing when to call our leaders on their fallacies and foibles.
  14. Hillary for America.  Hillary Clinton -  Aren't we all?  If not, what are we doing here?
  15. New Possibilities. Real Leadership.  Carly Fiorina - Hmm.  
  16. Heal. Inspire. Revive.  Dr. Ben Carson - Yes, Dr Carson, you may have been less than charismatic, but you hit the nail on the head with this slogan.  We do need to heal.  We do need to inspire.  We do need to revive.  Most of all we need to have faith, hope and charity, but most of all love.  Where has the love gone?
  17. Gilmore for America.  Jim Gilmore -  Sadly, I don't remember Mr Gilmore or why he is special for America.  I imagine that's why this slogan is number 17.
  18. Ready to Be Commander-In-Chief on Day One.  Lindsey Graham -  Mr Graham, you are so right.  This is something we really need to think about when we go to the polls, whoever is up for election by then.
  19. Make America Great Again.  Donald Trump - I'm sorry, but America may have its problems and not be the country of our founding fathers, of Lincoln, of Roosevelt, or Eisenhaur, Kennedy or even before 9/11, but when did we stop being great?  Probably when we stopped believing in ourselves and let the few block the progress of the many.
  20. Kasich for Us.  John Kasich - I liked Mr Kasich somewhat.  And I believe he was and is for us.  But so are we all.
  21. Reform. Growth. Safety.  Scott Walker -  Huh?
  22. We Must Do Right and Risk the Consequences.  Rick Perry - Again, huh?  We must also be clear and do the right thing.  Sometimes what seems to be right at first withers with a closer examination.   

So there you have it. My two cents for now.  I'm done ranting about politics for now.  But really, we do need to pay close attention to what is said beyond the slogans.  Shake the hand, look into the eyes.  And read between the lines.  The truth is there for all of us to see.  

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