I Cry Tears For Manchester


Our babies are gone.

Yes, they were ours, even though we didn’t know them.

The ones to carry on, taken from us.

Our future, our pride, and our joy.

Stolen from us in one horrible minute.

One chance, one decision of doom.

I cry tears for the families of these precious young ones.

I cry tears for a heart so lost that it could justify this act.

I am in pain for us all.

We must learn all there is to know of love.

A love to rise up and keep us going.

Yes, our babies are gone.

Will we honor their memory by doing better?

It’s the gift we can give them.

It’s the love we can show Manchester.




The Things That Dreams Are Made Of

I read with a mixture of deep sadness and horror of the young woman’s death in Orlando, Florida USA. Christina Grimmie, a former contestant on the show The Voice was shot and killed while signing autographs after a concert. She was killed by a man she apparently did not know. This lovely, super talented young woman was one moment doing what she loved, the next minute…she was gone. Senselessly gone. But, it didn’t stop there. Hours later 50 others in the same city…gone. As Christina had her dreams, and was living out her dreams, I’m sure these others that were killed had their dreams too. Hopes for families, love, careers. Whatever fed their dreams, the killers stopped it all with their wrong-wired dreams of doom.

What do we do at this time when we feel so helpless? Anyone that has read my blog knows that I do not give, and never will give, political commentary here on my site.  So, I’m not talking gun control or mental health issues or whatever other issue may be debated at a terrible time like this. No, I gave this a lot of thought. I think all we can do is offer comfort and care to those that are suffering these losses. Then we can honor the loss of these dreamers by living our own dreams. By not giving into despair. By not losing hope in the things that we dream about and love so much. To breath in and out each day, and to be grateful for another day.

By doing these things, we don’t let the bad win.

Much Love,


Glen Frey…The Eagles

When I say that The Eagles are my favorite band, it is a massive understatement. The Eagles have been a part of my life since I was a teenager. I truly believe their amazing lyrics have influenced my love of writing. I sit here trying to put into words the heartbreak I feel hearing that Glen Frey has died. I immediately went to Youtube and watched him sing Take It Easy.

Some of my favorite lyrics from that song:

Take It easy, take it easy
Don’t let the sound of your own wheels
drive you crazy
Lighten up while you still can
don’t even try to understand
Just find a place to make your stand
and take it easy

Glen, you lightened up while you could.  You made your stand. You filled the world with your sound. We listened my friend, we listened.

So, he lived his life doing what he loved. I have to ask myself, am I? No, not completely. So, I’ll keep my memories of my Eagles (thank goodness I got to see them in concert) safe within my heart and learn from it.

So, take it easy Glen. Rest in peace knowing that you touched many of us deep to our core.

Much Love,