N J Ray

 

Life 2.0 and other weird shit 

You Matter

You Matter

Whether you’re bluesy, feeling alone, or just plain tired from the year, know that you matter. You ABSOLUTELY matter. Maybe it’s damn near impossible to see right now. Or maybe it’s been that way for longer than you can remember.

Giveaway Number One

Giveaway Number One

Y’all, I am so, so, so excited! As you may know, I’ve pledged to use 20% of any writing, website, or consulting money to support artists and the arts. I’ve finally been able to take my first step toward that pledge.

Dying to Be Me

Dying to Be Me

I’ve been reading Dying to be Me by ANITA MOORJANI. I had first heard of her several years ago…

Thanksgiving and Hopeseizing

Thanksgiving and Hopeseizing

I think Thanksgiving is kind of like Valentine’s Day—if someone beats their partner 364 days a year but brings them chocolate on Valentine’s Day, does that mean that Valentine’s Day is special?

Bohemian Fiction

Bohemian Fiction

Fiction, I’ve read (somewhere) is the art of telling lies that present a greater truth. Fiction walks the tightrope between fantasy and reality.

Confession

Confession

I have a confession to make: I have lost my voice. It’s here, somewhere, or there somewhere. Maybe it’s next to my car keys I can’t find at the moment, either.

Not On My Watch

Not On My Watch

     I had the opportunity to attend “An Evening with Marianne Williamson” on her Love America tour last week. (I love that name. I wish I had come up with it.) She spoke of many things, all of which supported this:   “Where there is love, there are always...

The Why, the More, and the Yes the Now

The Why, the More, and the Yes the Now

In the excitement of having sooo much to write about, my horses were so far behind the cart that they were still checking out the Golden Gate Bridge while the cart was taking in a Broadway show.

Avoiding the Snake Fangs

Avoiding the Snake Fangs

When someone shows you who they are, believe them the first time. Maya Angelou When we attach yourself to someone’s coat-tails, whether his trajectory rises or falls, our view never changes. All we see is ass.

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