Know your mind. Speak from the heart. Nurture soul.

Welcome to my author blog. Topics include, but are not limited to: the art, craft and business of writing; the mysteries of the creative life; the persistence of one’s dreams; the legacy of family; the pleasures and predicaments of living in a small town; and the mixed blessing of living alone without cats.

Midway through the journey of life, I find myself looking for ways to incorporate the spontaneity of youth into the rigors of aging.

In high school, my best friend and I lived in a world of dreams and extremes, a world of our own making. She was an artist, I a writer. We were brilliant, indestructible and wild. Although we had a high regard for all great art and literature, we steeped ourselves in the life stories of the writers, poets, and painters, musicians and performers of the nineteenth-century and first three decades of the twentieth. We honored them and set fire to our own existence by living in a near continual state of ecstatic creativity and abandon.

A thing wasn’t just funny, it was hilarious and liable to send us into hysterics; a thing wasn’t just sad, it was either operatic or unbearably poignant; we were never just happy, we were euphoric, exalted, or so overjoyed we could cry.

We called ourselves mad genius bohemians.

The distinguishing characteristic of mad genius bohemians is that they have a passion, something they believe or actively engage in that makes their spirits soar. And their best feature is their joie de vivre.

In musical theatre, characters invariably reach a moment when they can no longer contain the swell of feelings within and so must spontaneously burst into song. The mad genius bohemian is familiar with that moment and inclined to turn the impulse to sing into an exuberant, spiritually sourced state of being. Mad genius bohemians are loving and creative, filled with wonder, at heart a bit uncivilized. They are wise to the world but it is not in their nature to be cynical. They would rather stay hungry and foolish than turn bitter and mean.

May this blog be guided by the blithe spirit in me, the impassioned one, the dreamer, the seeker and lover of life.

International Woman of Mystery

My mother lost her younger brother Paul Keveney Howe early on.  He died of kidney failure in 1969 at age thirty-eight.  The night she got home from helping her parents through the loss of their only son, I remember her saying, “It’s the oddest thing.  I never really knew my brother.  I don’t have very […]

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Into the Light

Yes, by all means, let’s talk about gun control.  Neither you nor I need a semiautomatic rifle to kill a deer.  Or an intruder. And yes, please, let’s talk about mental illness, the silence, the stigma, the  misconceptions.  Let’s consider what we need to not only detect but also restrain, support or integrate the severely […]

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Faces I

Gallery #1

My sister Barney painted this.  Many years ago.  In high school, I believe. At this time she lives very simply in Western New York not taking her medication, not conforming to society and not consuming much of anything.  Many of her friends and admirers think she is a prophet.  Those less admiring consider her an […]

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When Did You Start/Quit Smoking?

I started smoking when I was fifteen years old, back when almost everybody smoked, shortly after the Surgeon General’s Advisory Committee on Smoking and Health confirmed a causal relationship between cigarettes and lung cancer. The committee’s four hundred page report claimed that an average smoker was nine to ten times more likely to die of […]

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Why Is Everyone So Angry?

From ten-year-old Marguerite, called Meg……….. My Daddy watches the news.  All the time.  He watches it when he comes home from work at night before we sit down to dinner. (He works at a bank.)  He watches it before he goes to bed.  In the morning, the little TV in the kitchen plays the news […]

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EE Cummings

I Must Have Been Dreaming

Just because I’m of a certain age, it doesn’t mean I’m all grown up. And just because I’ve been in therapy for the past twenty years, it doesn’t mean I’m entirely sane. At five o’clock this morning, I woke up in the middle of a “project.”  As I bobbed up to consciousness, I found myself […]

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The Husband Store

One lovely day in June, back when I was thirty-something, my mother came to town to conduct her annual appraisal and denunciation of my life choices. She determined almost immediately that my job, my lifestyle, my finances (hair, apartment and cat) showed no promise of ever being what they should have been by that time, […]

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Order Cialis from a brand you trust

But many people become disconcerted when trying to order medicines online because they don\’t know how to do it. Nowadays, it is formidably to select of repute source. There are various effectual medicines existing now. Maybe you know about “cialis for woman“. At present the stock you can get in the Web is in reality […]

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Now We Are Sixty

You’ve seen it before – it was inevitable – aging baby boomers everywhere changing the title of A.A. Milne’s book to suit themselves, from Now We Are Six to Now We Are Sixty.  For many of us, the gentle inhabitants of the 100 Acre Wood enriched our earliest years: Winnie the Pooh, Piglet, Tigger and […]

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