Befriendin’ Loneliness
And – it creates Emptiness
Growin’ the Hole
When you summon up your Soul,
Yet – Loneliness is not Heartless
Because Heartless is emotionless
And – when you’re not Heartless
It’s not yet hopeless,
Like a Tyrant – it enslaves
Cloudin’ you with Boredom
Freezin’ your Souls
Puttin’ away your Freedom,
But – that’s not emotionless
Since it’s not yet hopeless,
And – it squeezes your Mind
Takin’ away your Kind
And – it stirs your Art
Deceivin’ your Heart,
That’s Loneliness
And – it’s not yet hopeless
Since it’s not emotionless
Because it’s not yet Heartless,
But – Loneliness is the Night
Your Heart tries to hide
Helpin’ your Mind to grow
And then – you can know,
That – Loneliness is not Heartless
Because Heartless is emotionless
And – when there is no Emptiness
It’s not yet hopeless.

Dear Readers,

As a writer, editor, researcher, and hopeless bibliophile I get the opportunity to interact  with people from all over the world.  This is the part of the bardic tradition I love most; to hear new stories.  Each person I come to know has a unique human experience to share.

Today I’d like to introduce you to a brilliant young linguist named Dominic.  We met through a Facebook page dedicated to students taking a Coursera linguistics class.  I was in geekgirl heaven, I was there exchanging pleasantries with people from countries around the world.  We were all discussing our strengths and goals in multilingual fluency, when I offered to assist any of the ones who were asking for help in becoming more fluent in American English.

Dominic instantly took me up on my offer, and we began conversing.  I was at first completely blown away by his fluency.  A native French speaker, Dom is a university student from Quebec.  He’s incredibly fluent in English, and part of that is thanks to a gift from an unexpected source: Asperger’s syndrome, a neurological condition on the Autism Spectrum.

Dom’s disease has often made him feel isolated, and that is reflected in the poem above.  He’s often told me that he feels a little less lonely since we’ve become friends.  I truly enjoy getting to know this vivacious young man via instant messaging.  He is fascinated by all things linguistic, and in that we have a common interest.

I hope that by sharing his poem and our random meeting through a shared interest you might be inspired to reach out to someone in turn.  It costs you absolutely nothing to be kind, and the reward is great.  A candle’s light is never diminished when it’s flame is shared.  Be a light.


Thanks for reading!

the groovyone


My Dear John Letter Part 7-We All Shine On

Yesterday marked the 35th anniversary of the coldblooded killing of John Lennon, and the 11th anniversary of the same fate for “Dimebag” Daryl. Two legendary musicians gunned down 24 yrs apart without provocation by individuals who pushed their own misery onto the hearts of millions world wide.  As celebrities, they were targets of fanatical behavior that manifested itself upon them in varying degrees of fanaticism.  Their daily lives were molded to conform to this reality.

John fought for peace, Daryl for respect.  Their messages so powerful that even death couldn’t silence them.  Regardless of the goals of their killers, their ideals live on, and if my newsfeed is any indication, they are spreading like wildfire once again.  Their songs becoming anthems, rallying cries against the inhumanity that is running amok.  Through the universal language of music, even a hippie and a headbanger can find a common groove.

The tragic events that are happening worldwide are often soul crushing, I’ve often found myself overwhelmed with sadness for the misery of my fellow man.  Stories of displacement, abuse, hunger, disaster, anger, devastation, war, bigotry, and sorrow assault us from all sides.  The only chance we have is to fight back with love, hope, and respect.  Sadly, the victims aren’t the real target when these horrific events unfold.  The true goal is to control us by fear, we don’t have to give in.  We can fight back.

John and Daryl delivered their messages in distinctly different ways, but their legacies are singly united each year on December 8.  We can use their music to fuel our dreams for a better tomorrow.  We sing their anthems loud and clear and let them drive us to spread kindness.  By embracing empathy for people of all walks of life,  we defeat terror from those who would divide us.  If we aren’t afraid of one another based on superficial facts like race, color, gender, or religion, show some RESPECT; then we’ll find WE ALL SHINE ON!


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the groovy one


Good Day, Sunshine

Here comes the sun
Here comes the sun

Lately, I’ve been learning a lot about myself; the good, the bad, and the ugly.

InIspired by Jared Padalecki who plays Sam Winchester on one of my all time favorite television series, “Supernatural”.  The Winchester Brothers fight demons, angels, and assorted gods and mythological creatures on the CW series, but in real life Jared fights his own demon; Depression.  Having come out swinging against the stigma of mental illness, Jared has become the willing and hilarious poster boy for those living with mental illnesses and their families and friends.  #AlwaysKeepFighting reminds us that the battle never ends, but thanks to this amazing actor (I’m not going to list all the ways he rocks, check out his site here, or follow him on Facebook or twitter, and read one single post from the guy and you’ll get it) a conversation has been started, and is taking the internet by storm.  His co-stars are equally fantastic human beings, Jensen Ackles (Dean Winchester) and Misha Collins (Castiel…wait for it, there’s way more Misha to come in this post) have embraced their fandom in a truly Supernatural  way.  Very few celebrities have inspired so many to be better people by example the way these gentlemen do.  Jared and Jensen team up off screen and save people in real life by reminding folks they aren’t alone, and that ANYONE can have these diseases here.  SPN fans rejoiced Moose and Squirrel once again joined forces with this brilliant shirt.

I’m learning to explore and interact with my world more, thanks to the incredible guidance my exceptionally groovy therapist given me.  She told me to “Be Intentional”.  She left it there for me to ponder, and knowing my love of words, knew this would sow the seed of a linguistic enigma in my mind.  She was so right.  It’s not easy, being intentional, but it’s how I #AlwaysKeepFighting.  My phenomenal boyfriend, affectionately called hereafter “Dimples”, has been unconditional in his love and support.  The youngest clones, Tink and The Divine Miss Em, and just returned from a lovely vacation to southern Texas to spend a precious week with him, and it was glorious.  Dimples supports me in everything; my career, my momness, and my illness.  He’s naturally a quiet, shy guy, and has excellent listening skills.  For the first time in my entire life, I’m positive the person I’m speaking to is actually interested in what I’m saying.  That’s pretty freaking fantastic, in my book, because I tend to babble.

Dimples is joining me in this year’s GISHWHES Hunt.  If you don’t know what that is, click here and prepare yourself for the ABNOSOME (yes, I know that’s a hybrid word, and yes I usually hate that, but somehow this works for me, and I retain the right to use slang if I want, and still have great grammar) that is Misha Collins’ brainchild.  Not only do we get to join in the Greatest International Scavenger Hunt the World has Ever Seen, but we are helping others in the process.  Talk about Instant Karma!  This year is the 5th year of the hunt, and in the previous 4, Misha’s Minions, his fandom’s choice moniker, have made history each year by being entered into the Guinness Book of World Records SIX times for various Random Acts of Kindness and hilarious fun.  I can’t wait till August 1, I’m so excited to be part of this!  Help Misha help the world have a crazy fun time while performing random acts of abnosome.  Thanks, Dimples, for being my partner in crime for gishwhes!

So, yeah, I’m Being Intentional, and I’m loving every minute of it, and I think it’s bringing a lot of positive changes to my life.  I’ve just been given my first 5 star rating as a freelance writer and editor, and for the first time my dedication to my craft has paid off in a way I can see, and I’m ready to see what the next chapter brings.   The possibilities are endless, and even if there are internal and external struggles, I will #AlwaysKeepFighting, because I have my kids, Dimples, great friends and family, renewed faith, The Winchester Brothers and an Angel in a trenchcoat, and The Beatles providing the soundtrack.  That’s my idea of the perfect recipe for happiness.

Thanks for walking with me down the Long and Winding Road, here are some pics of us geeking out at CapeCon, and rocking our #AlwaysKeepFighting shirts.

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why she stays

elle est libre

“He won’t lay a finger on you,
He won’t wreck your pretty face.
But he’ll tell you that you’re worthless
Just to put you in your place.”
Little Big Town, Evangeline

They said you can’t truly understand something until it happens to you.

They were right.

When I was young, I remember hearing a story from a friend about a woman and a man who started fighting in the car in front of my friend. The woman ran from the car and the man followed, brutally beating her and a passerby who tried to help, in front of dozens of people staring in shock.

Certainly after that she would leave him, wouldn’t she?

Only a few months later, we spotted the same woman – with the same man – in line together at a local restaurant. I asked myself for years following why she would stay. She was an idiot…

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A World of Pure Imagination – Cape Comic Con

     Last month, my youngest daughters, my niece and her friend and I went to our first Comic Con.  It was fantastic!!  Located in Cape Girardeau, Missouri, The Osage Center was an awesome venue for such an event.  Parking was more than adequate, and the general atmosphere was one of friendliness.  The girls were all  wide-eyed with wonder and amusement, and I’ll admit to being just as impressed!  We spent the Saturday afternoon browsing and meeting authors and designers.  Everywhere you looked, cosplay ruled the day.  We had a blast checking out all of the costumes, and we decided we are definitely dressing for our next Comic Con.

     The vendors were diverse, as were the authors and artists.  As a mom, I was thrilled with the realization that not a single child that day seemed upset.  Not even once.  I can’t tell you how rare an event that is, in my experience.  I had the immense pleasure of introducing my female companions to a world where girls can be whomever they wish.  I was also humbled to meet great comic authors such as Gary Friedrich, author of Ghost Rider.  Later research revealed him to be a Cape native, which I found cool.  I also had the opportunity to meet several authors whose works I have now added to my reading list.  I will do a followup blog on them at a later date.

     Our first venture into the world of conventions assured me that this will be a family favorite for years to come.  Since Cape Con, we’ve been watching for other conventions closer to home.  I’m thankful to my Ma for surprising us with the day trip, it was a truly enjoyable experience, one we will surely repeat next year, for the entire weekend, since there was much more to explore that time didn’t allow for us. Such as meeting John Wesley Shipp, which was somewhat disappointing, but redeemed by purchasing a poster.  Without further ado, here are a few pictures from Cape Comic Con, April 16, 2015, enjoy. 😉



The groovyone


Within 5 minutes of entering Cape Comic Con, we found Waldo!!!  Who knew he was down with angels in trench coats?
Within 5 minutes of entering Cape Comic Con, we found Waldo!!! Who knew he was down with angels in trench coats?

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The Lonely Road

Reblogging this, because I think it’s a subject we should really try to bring into the light. Survivors of domestic violence cannot simply “get over it”, they need the support of friends and family long after the physical wounds have healed.

The Oracle of Grooviness

Woke up on Mother’s Day, and to her great surprise,

Was something she’d never wanted: broken ribs and two black eyes.

Christmas and Valentine’s Day brought more of the same,

Bruises and bitemarks, stitches and awful names.

They ask why she doesn’t leave, why she would “put up with that”?

Guess they don’t realize this isn’t a lover’s spat.

She’s not allowed to use the phone, the money, the car,

If she knew he couldn’t follow, oh, she would run so far.

Years went by before she found the nerve,

The law didn’t deliver justice, only papers would they serve.

She didn’t see it coming, this life after the abuse,

The spite from those around her, the friend that they would choose.

It often confused her, how far she could fall,

She’d done what they’d suggested and left after all.

Was this really better; broken, alone, and scared?

Where were…

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  Meet Amp and his grandson Anthony.      Purveyors of Pulled Pork Perfection.

  Meet Amp and his grandson Anthony.      Purveyors of Pulled Pork Perfection.

  If you ever happen to find yourself in Charleston, Missouri on a spring or summer day, make sure you plan to stop for dinner!  Head downtown on Highway 62 and keep an eye out for a big black truck parked along the side pulling a smoke shack.  Your nose will assure you that you’ve found this little piece of heaven, when you breathe in the scent of slow smoked pork.  Do yourself a favor and buy at least a lb or two, add your favorite sauce and sink your teeth into perfection on a bun.  If you can’t wait to get home to gobble your goodies, the guys offer sandwiches made right there!  Amp is teaching his Grandson Anthony all of his secrets, so we are all promised the hope of many years of this hidden culinary treasure.

Charleston, MO 63834