Moon Me

Always look for the light

Chasing Fifty: Love..About time

One of the things I believe happened when I started to crest in my 40’s is my threshold for taking people s dismal offerings. Love.. four little complicated letters formed to doom you, haunt you and allude you if you are not clear about what it feels or taste like. Without inflaming my Carpal tunnel…

Whip it baby

Whip it real good.

Sound Off…

Tune out everything that destroys your dreams…those wrecking balls of fear and doubt. And if any dream-killers so called lovers or friends come with their shit…. drown them out with ” so sorry you can’t dream or visualize in techno but maybe Amazon has it on Prime.   Just get quiet and put on your favorite…

Champagne Poppin!!!!

Buy Good Jammies!