Synchronicity in 2020 and a Magical New Decade

Golden Scarab Beetle symbolizing synchronicity

In the early 1920’s, Swiss psychiatrist Carl Jung, a believer in the paranormal, introduced an idea he called synchronicity. He defined it as something that happens when two events are not causally connected, yet nevertheless share great meaning. Synchronicity, much like the role of dreams, serves the purpose of expanding our consciousness, moving us away from…

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It Is What It Is

My sweet mother has passed away. She, the one with so much enthusiasm for life. She, the busiest bee of them all. The one we all thought would live to be a hundred. She was 79. She was never sick until they found cancer in a routine mammogram. It was non-Hodgkin Lymphoma — not the…

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Wine & Words & Writer’s Whimsy

Last week, I was invited to discuss my novel, Finding Tranquility Base, with the members of the Wine & Words Book Club at Mitchell’s Bookshop in Agoura Hills, California. The group, led by Christine Harris of Espresso in Italy, meets monthly on Thursdays at 6:30 p.m. in the bookstore. Now this is a group after…

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Finding Your True North Voice

I’ve heard it can take years for a writer to find their true voice. That unmistakable tone that speaks louder than mere words, shines brighter than the North Star on a cloudless summer night, and stands head and shoulders above all the spurious voices she’s worn before that never really suited her. It’s the voice that…

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The Color of a Memory

Referring to my novel, Finding Tranquility Base, a reader recently asked me how I could remember so many details about West Texas when I haven’t lived there for many years. I’m not sure I have the answer for this other than to say that when I experience something provocative, my memory backs it up into…

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Shoot for the Moon

Last Saturday morning I woke up at 4:00 a.m. and dragged myself downstairs for a drink of cold water. I had a busy day ahead, so I wasn’t getting up to stay up. I just needed to quench my thirst and go back to sleep. But once in the kitchen I looked out the window…

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