N J Ray

 

Life 2.0 and other weird shit 

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.

Writing as the World Burns

Writing as the World Burns

“The world could be burning,” a friend once told me, “and you wouldn’t play the fiddle. You’d be writing about the flashes of flame and the smell of singeing hair.” It’s probably true.

Healing the Divide

Healing the Divide

A friend asked what I thought was the biggest problem in America. Without hesitation, I answered that it was our inability to discuss issues with civility and respect. I have no doubt that the problems facing our country today could be solved if we could just talk to ...

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