life

in an essential sermon, shot strait from the hip and into my heart, i heard truth. i wish i heard more of it regularly.today has been weird. it began comme d’habitude….i woke up tired. slowly but surely, i got myself together, ate and all that good stuff. i made it to the week of prayer…

not simply how i’m feeling but how i’m seeing life, sensing it’s direction…

it’s the word i can’t seem to get enough of. it jumps out of my mouth just about every too seconds. i should be honest, you should be honest, we should be honest, too many aren’t trying to be honest, we’re all afraid of being honest.and as soon as i want to be honest, i…

am i too rigid? am i so old-school that i can’t chill, have a little fun? no. i just don’t mind playing by the rules. and i know that when you do so, you can still have a whole lot of fun. yes. okay. case closed.on to other news….i’ve made some decisions and i really…

the last several days have been so busy. i wake up each morning feeling as if i just went to bed. for all the fatigue, i should be rolling in millions by now. but that’s alright…i’m rolling in blessings. honestly, i’m not yet where i want to be. you know, traveling singer/writer, performing before scores…

my first official gig….over….good times

oprah. oh oprah. here i go to badmouth, once again, one of your shows. but at least this time i watched it for 10 minutes, okay?alright.here goes.the man sound rehearsed. sounds like he told his mother, told his wife, told his brother, told his co-workers, told his baker, told his butcher, told his grandson’s history…