Who’s at a Grateful Dead show? Indeed, it’s the Funks!

I’m in a mood. Thank God Funk’s at work. He says that he’d rather be with me than without me anytime, no matter my mood. But you know husbands. They […]

Update: 23 August 2018 I apologize for my lengthy delay in responding, but I’m back now, and didn’t want to forget my manners. I so wish this didn’t happen to […]

This is a woo-woo post. Had a conversation with my beautiful sister Jane (in spirit) yesterday, via Thomas John. I’d arranged to be a participant in his small spirit circle […]

14 May 2018: It is with terrible sadness that I report the passing of my brother Robert this afternoon. It was a difficult last few months, and he just couldn’t […]

Any woman who grew up in the 60’s probably knows a ton of people like this; it’s just how people rolled back then. I’ve had a lifetime of therapy undoing […]

Sometimes, there’s too much to be afraid of to be afraid. I stayed back in Hawaii to have another go at editing my manuscript, so that my book can make […]

Funk, a long way from the sticks of West Virginia. Or, as I call it, West V*gina. Because I’ve been afraid to fly for 20 years, I’ve saved up an […]

Funk, in the a** of a redwood tree. If you look real close, you’ll see my husband’s “I’m-having-fun face.” Kill me now. (xo)

An amazing thing! Getting to see beloved Phil Lesh of the Grateful Dead on his home turf! That, and the Big Guy’s continued journey toward becoming an official Dead lover. […]