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THE WALLS YOU’VE BUILT

A few weeks ago, I was in a very low place and wrote a story. It is a story about trying to get out of Hell in order to find a way back to Heaven. The good news is that I am on my way! Continue reading

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PAINFUL WORDS

I performed “Misunderstood” last night at Kulak’s Woodshed. This was my first performance in seven months. I hadn’t felt like being in front of an audience due to my eye problems. But I did it! Continue reading

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DEMANDING AN APOLOGY VS. FORGIVENESS

How interesting it is that the word “give” can be found within the word “forgiveness.” Continue reading

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MY MOTHER, MY SONG

In Hebrew, my mother’s name Shirley means my song. My mother was an exquisite song in my life. She is a magnificent melody that I will continue humming until the day I die.
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ONE DAY, YOUR PAIN WILL GO AWAY – PART 2

I was so relieved that my mother’s suffering was finally over. Music was God’s gift to lift me up. Today, God was with my mother and me. Continue reading

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ONE DAY, YOUR PAIN WILL GO AWAY – PART 1

I had prayed my mother would die in her sleep. This was the same horror show I saw when my father died. Why, why, why? Why does a person have to suffer dying when there are such humane alternatives? Continue reading

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I SEARCHED FOR A SMILE

I bent close to my mother’s face. I clutched her hands and they were soft and warm. It was just the two of us. But we were not really alone. I felt the presence of death and so did my mother. I put my head against her cheek and she slowly mouthed a kiss upon me. I began to cry. Continue reading

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MY AYAHUASCA EXPERIENCE

What I am about to write will be brutally honest, almost to a point of being embarrassing for me. Yet if there is anything that I have learned from this blog, opening up has been the purest form of healing for me. I am not afraid. Continue reading

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I’M READY TO LIVE ON MY OWN

The light at the opening to my tunnel was blinding me. I had closed my eyes because they hurt. I finally stopped crying and gently wiped away my tears. I kept repeating three words over and over again. They were: temporary, adjust and accept. One day, my world would be filled with more songs than I could ever imagine. Gorgeous new melodies would accompany me through my life. Continue reading

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MORE THAN YOU KNOW – PART 2

Although I thought the original arrangement for my song “More Than You Know” was quite beautiful, it dragged. I felt that my song had great potential if it were more up-tempo. I love expanding my musical horizons. I made an appointment with my arranger, George Reich. Initially, I told him he could simply work with the older arrangement and use it as a template for a faster song. We ended up arranging the song without my guitar playing as the underlying basis, and that gave us many more options. As George experimented with different sounds, the arrangement that developed was decidedly different. I am very enthused as I share my newest version of a song I wrote so long ago. Continue reading

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