Time for a new year

Healing moves you through the turmoil, the regular assault on your being, to move past that which is preventing you from being all that you are meant to be, to knowing that you belong here. Your very existence is good and necessary. Cyndi Jones New York Times 12/24/18 

Here it is again, the time when we reflect on the year that’s passed, maybe on our whole past, and have hope for the new year. I’m remembering the moment years ago when I realized how angry I was that I couldn’t control time….

Belongingness Thwarted, Belongingness Fulfilled.

I just wanted to be one of them.”    — Opening line of the new film “The Gates of Eternity,” spoken by Willem Dafoe as Vincent Van Gogh

I’m one of those people who has a great need to feel like I belong. “Who doesn’t?” would be a logical response. With tribalism, gang culture and assorted other group phenomena getting a lot of attention in the last few years, there’s been a lot of focus on just how essential this is to human beings. I know, tell that to Ted Kaczynski or J.D. Salinger or Garbo. (Hmmmm…all…

Going home again

I was one of those people who had to reject where they came from. Why, I’m not exactly sure. If pressed to guess, I might say “to escape traumatic memories.” Or maybe I just didn’t identify with Michigan, much like people who feel they were born into the wrong body. 

I left as soon as I could—right after college—to “climb the highest mountain” as I liked to put it, that mountain being New York City. I wanted to be a singer and a book editor, two things that didn’t exactly offer convergent career paths. And two things that certainly…

Aretha and me

I was living in my dream home: a studio apartment at 24 Cornelia Street, the heart of Greenwich Village. Moving here from small-town Michigan, I thought I’d died and gone to heaven. Smack dab in the middle of the universe, according to me. Visions of Ruth McKenney’s “My Sister Eileen” romped through my brain. A somewhat unfamiliar reference to most, I suspect, since the book and movie are from 1942. But I had a connection. I’m actually related to Ruth McKenney. It’s distant, through some cousin chain, but it was something I bragged about nonetheless and used to…

Dreaming of Dylan: dream a little dream of him

Hello dear Fans, Friends, Familiars, Foreigners, Futurists, Fatalists and Funlovers:

I just love a little alliteration, or a lot.

Is it fall yet? Well, it’s trying. I sometimes prefer the word “autumn”. It reminds me of old songs. And then there’s “autumnal”. What a great word. Go ahead, say it out loud. I’ll wait.… There, doesn’t it feel good?

I go on a bit because it’s my favorite season. It’s taking its time this year, but that feeling of reinvigoration when the morning air starts to take on a…