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JUST A TUNE TO TELL YOU – PART 1

I have written a lot about my close friendship with Cheryl. Cheryl was very close with me during the time that I was intensely writing many of my songs. She inspired me on at five songs. This song would be the song that was clearly the one I most considered a special gift to her. Although she is gone, she lives on in my song. When I sing this song, I am not thinking of her – I am actually thinking of how my life has changed and how I feel love again. A lot of that credit goes to someone named Connie.
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HEART-TORN LYRIC AND A STRUM

I was under hypnosis. I was asked if there was a color to describe the sensation of longing, which I formerly termed an “ache.” I said, “I do not see colors – this longing is felt as a squeezing sensation; between my heart and my stomach. It forces me to play or hear music for relief. Instead of imagining a color, I’d rather hear music – especially soothing is my theme song, Farewell.” Continue reading

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A DAUGHTER’S LOVE – PART 5

This is Part 5 of my email excerpts. My mother was on a ventilator for almost two months starting in December of last year. I was her advocate and her support. The process was exhausting, and became the catalyst for an amazing transformation that occurred in me after my mom recovered. Toward the end of this section, my mom was doing well with the weaning process. She was being readied for transfer to a respiratory program at another hospital called Barlow. It was highly recommended. Unfortunately, her experience at Barlow turned out to be a nightmare. I watched her waste away as she lost 25 pounds in a very short time. Continue reading

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THE TIMES IT TORE MY PRIDE

The title for this post comes from lyrics to my song, “Through My Music.” It absolutely refers to my feelings about “putting myself out there” and feeling squashed. The full lyric line is: Through my music I forget the times it tore my pride, but somehow I’m still playing
for comfort while alone. I might have had doubts about whether my songs that are left are “good enough” to record and share, but I don’t anymore. I’ve decided it doesn’t matter. My life feels like a musical. When I’ve gone to a musical, not every song is a hit. Therefore, even my songs that are unconventional can still be recorded if that’s what I want to do. Continue reading

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