Someone thanked me for something I did 20 years ago. Something I do not even remember.
I collect feathers and lavender, designer vintage handbags and boy, oh boy, do I collect random people
How will you know when you have found ME? Ah, that’s the easy part…
Deciding who gets a front row seat in the movie that is our lives isn’t exactly as simple as ordering a large popcorn and Slush Puppie.
Still acting like Madonna, and just like the lovers who err every now and then and risk getting caught, I had a serious case of the guilty conscience. It hit me hard.
It occurred to me that on the road to recovery, I had developed a special set of skills using instinct, intuition, vibrations, feelings, nuances. My 2 dull senses heightened the 3 fully functional ones. Those superpowers were my biggest gift as a writer. They made for some powerful storytelling.
I noticed that the book on the bedside table happened to be “The Zahir” by Paulo Coelho — one of the very few of his books I had not yet read and the VERY book I had lost in the airport. It was fate.
At her funeral, her son said “My mom was an angel. My angel”. Then he turned to his schoolmates, hundreds of young boys all dressed in their school blazers and said “….and I am so jealous of you guys, because you still have your moms. Mine is gone”.