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In memory of a family- AIDS and Suicide

In memory of my Brazilian mother, Maria, and  my brother, Doug, and his friend, Doug A. My brother and mom passed away within a year of each other in the 198o’s. She went by way of suicide and he went by AIDS. Their deaths were hard for my sister and I to take. Every year, when Memorial Day comes around … Continue reading →

Memorial Day- 2015

In this vast world, for so many decades, people I know or haven’t known, have perished in war fighting for my freedom. For some reason, be it- compassion, inner love, or strife for peace, it was necessary for them to let the flow which was embodied in their spirit, to fight for our country and … Continue reading →

World Bipolar Day

World Bipolar Day. Sharing with you my Wellness Plan. Please ask me about a slide show of Vincent Van Gogh’s paintings. It includes Don McLean singing Starry Night in the background to clips of Van Gogh’s paintings. My art teacher Dorothy, sent to me the video. It was serene, brilliant, and powerful. Let’s continue our support and compassion … Continue reading →

My brother Doug’s Anniversary

Every year on September 16th, I celebrate my brother’s anniversary. I remember the first year I made an AIDS quilt with a blue and pink background and his name in the shape of a cross. I would go on a sentimental yet passionate walk watching the trees undress their branches into the brilliant colors of autumn, … Continue reading →

The Death of Robin Williams

There was a point in my life when I was not connected to my environment and I felt society needed a complete overhaul. It was the 70’s and I hitchhiked from Oregon to California. “Shaft” “Ventura Highway” and “Slippin’ into Darkness” were playing on the radio. Each song illustrated the piecing together of my experiences … Continue reading →

Happy Mother’s Day

Happy Mother’s Day to all past, present and future mothers, Thank you for all you do and all you have done. Have a wonderful day. I love you mom.

JFK

    Where was I when John F. Kennedy got killed? I was sitting in a music class at John C. Freemont Junior High. I was a teenager with strong feeling towards our country and fellow classmates. I heard over the school’s intercom that our President John F. Kennedy was shot and died. I got … Continue reading →