Stories and the people who tell them…
I’m working on this newsletter problem. Meantime, an old story came up in the comments. I was thinking about pulling it up. I found this old post instead… explaining this very freaky, TRUE story. Actually, I just ran over this back story in the comments, yesterday. But here it is, fully. This is on topic […]
I mentioned the death of “realness” on Pluto Revisits Capricorn: Nail In The Coffin Or Back From The Dead? Alice asked about this. I’ve been trying to figure out how to approach it. The answer to this is sweeping. First, I want to say this, loud and clear. I’m real! I don’t care how different
I just received, Frederick Woodruff’s newsletter, where he talked me up in relation to the Rage of Aquarius podcast. I was happy and flattered! He mentioned my storytelling. I don’t think he’s read any of my stories so I put these up and sent him links. If you want to read something true and original
I just got off the phone with a discriminating client. At the end of the conversation, she told me she’d read my book. My reaction when this happens, is silence. She broke the silence, telling me my book was one of the most enjoyable she’s ever read in her life. She’s got a stellium in
I covered this topic in 2014. I’ve learned a lot since then. I now understand how my unusual life experience has set me up as an authority on a number of fronts. I’m not sure I’d have caught on, had I not met the man featured in this post. I bet there is something odd
I often mention “corpses” when writing about Venus Pluto. This is my term for ex-lovers and others who come back from their graves, to revisit you in some form. It’s a Venus Pluto phenomena. Several people asked me what happened to, “Darth Vader”, my boyfriend in my story, Obi Wan Kenobi PhD. I haven’t answered
I was dating this guy once, a Sadge rising. I’d met him in a restaurant for a big date. This was a really big date, he planned to propose to me after dinner. He had the ring in his pocket and here’s what happened instead… We were sitting in a booth when he spied a
Here’s another story about, Henry… told by, Paul, a regretful control freak.
