Tattooed My Soul — The Struggle is R e a l

I was playing double solitaire by myself, rocking back and forth on the bar stool. A stranger laughed at me, then asked if I was winning. Then he reached out his big, man hands to teach a little girl how to play by herself. In this game, in life’s game, sometimes we find ourselves playing […]

The King and I

I was searching for a little stress relief in a last minute cram session…. When what delicious bliss should bear presence upon my ravenous ears….. Little Wing, ripping off the lengths of a Soul Blown Microphone….. tickling and giggling those fret-filling fingers, all the way down to my toes. (Oh, my soul for some blues!) […]