The Truth About Cleavage

I always thought a little went a long way, now I’m not so sure…

Maybe i should have called this The Truth About Cleveland instead…

HHMM, let’s look at this another way, shall we?

Everything looks so much better on the young. Tattoos, hair, suntans, high-heels, Speedos, and yes, even cleavage.

But the trouble with being young is, you have no real life experience to look back on, everything is new and exciting and you have no idea how you are going to look in forty years with tattoos, hair, suntans, high-heels, speedos and cleavage. The young forget that they will soon be older.  Or maybe they just don’t know it yet. I think you have to be older to find out.

But the older, being just that, can remember when they were younger, looked good in all that stuff and then began to realize that as you age, you have to give most of it up. And what looked good at twenty, suddenly don’t look so good anymore….

There is nothing as sad as someone who refuses to grow old gracefully, and still hangs on to all those youthful things hoping they won’t look any older.

Reality check!

You do. You SO do…

They say the eyes are the first to go. That being the case, by the time you find your glasses, get them on your face and look for the cleavage, it may be long gone. The young do have the advantage of moving a bit quicker. And if you can’t even find your glasses because you forgot where you put them, then everything will be blurry. Aww, too bad…there will no doubt be more where all that came from, someday, if you are fast enough…

Let’s get back to the young, shall we.

I know, I know, if you’ve got it, flaunt it….right?

Well that all depends on the attitude of those whose attention you are trying to get by all that flaunting. And here’s where it gets kinda tricky….Are you really attracting the right kind of attention? I guess it depends on who you are, and what kind of attention you want to attract. Okay, enough said about all that.

Let’s get back to the old, shall we.

I know, I know, it sucks to get older, and you start to lose all that attention and flauntability and it’s difficult to know exactly when you cross over that invisible line and people see that you are in fact, older and should be, by now, anyway, certainly trying to give some of all that up.

Point being, you must have PLAN B in place when gravity and grey hair takes over. Bet you didn’t see that coming did you? I was hoping you didn’t because PLAN B is what is going to get you through the rest of your life!!!!

And that’s all the other stuff that you pick up along the way, like real friends, family, a sense of self, some accomplishments, serenity, a few pets, financial security, stuff like that.

Because The Truth About Cleavage is; not everyone looks good in tattoos, hair, suntans, high-heels and speedos, at any age.

Sure, if you’ve got it, flaunt it. I don’t care. Doesn’t bother me any. I’m secure enough.

But if you don’t got it, get something else, something a little less superficial. I can almost guarantee, you’re going to need it someday, sooner than you think….

Because that’s the other thing, when you are young, time goes incredibly slow, and then one day, you look back, and you can’t believe how fast it went…

Don’t be afraid to grow old gracefully, you’ll be surprised at how good you can look, even to those who think they may look better because time is still on their side. They’ll envy you a lot more than you will ever envy them.

Trust me on this. I’m somewhere in the middle, and I’m hanging on for dear life!


Shut Up, I’m Still Writing

Recluse – Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

recluse is a person who lives in voluntary seclusion from the public and society. The word is from the Latin recludere, which means “shut up” or “sequester.


My head has been talking to me again.

It does that a lot.

People ask me what it feels like to write.

So I tell them….this. It feels like the noise in my head must be immediately transferred to paper, ironically, I’m just typing here, no hand-written stuff. I suppose it’s the same with all creative types, the expression of that creativity is what is different. I tend to over-analyze, think too much and take everything personally. This might make me appear somewhat self-centered, and I suppose all writers are to an extent. I’ve mentioned being observant and a good listener and somewhat self-absorbed and reclusive.

Oh, yes, reclusive…

My most outstanding quality.

I’m also very noise sensitive. Even my cat’s equally self-centered meowing is sometimes enough to throw me off. But I don’t hold it against her. From her point of view behind my chair, all she sees is my back, my hands moving mysteriously on some weird-looking thing that makes strange clicking noises and she can hear me sighing, and muttering out loud as I try out different words to see how they sound before I put them in a sentence.

Sometimes, anything louder than a meow will send me over the edge. Right when I’m in the middle of something really profound, the phone will ring, the door will knock, the street traffic will be exceptionally loud and I can hear the birds outside my window plotting to disrupt my train of thought.

But as reclusive as I may be in those creative moments, I am never anti-social, those are the times when I make a point of getting out, even just going for a walk to clear my head, or find some inspiration and get everything back in the right perspective.

Sometimes I feel the ‘Writers’ Curse’ as I like to call it. Those times when I am overly critical of my writing and I have trouble believing that everything is as it should be. I try not to worry about it too much, I think some writers must actually go insane doing that and have other writers write about them and then Jack Nicholson gets a phone call, and the first thing you know, there’s a movie with a sinister plot and a haunted hotel….

One of the hardest things I face as a writer is seeing my writing through the eyes of my readers. Perhaps this is why writers like to hang out together. It gives us the necessary feedback from similar-minded people. Only a writer can really understand the mind of another writer.

So when people ask me when it all began for me, I tell them it began as soon as I was old enough to think and realize that everything has a story behind it, and if it doesn’t, I’ll write one anyway. All you really have to understand about me as a writer is this; everything I write is deliberate. Everything.

It doesn’t matter how brilliant I am on any given day, or what else I’m doing, or with whom. It only matters that I write, because sometimes, that’s all there is.

I write because I must.

The voices tell me too.

And I’m a good listener.



Just a final note:



The part of a sentence or clause containing a verb and stating something about the subject (e.g., went home in John went…
State, affirm, or assert (something) about the subject of a sentence or an argument of proposition.
affirm – assert – allege – aver – maintain – declare

(Thank you

The Problem With Being Honest

Any act of honesty or sincerely bearing one’s soul involves a certain amount of risk.

No matter how good your intentions are, there is always someone, somewhere who is going to rain on your parade.

Maybe they do it on purpose, maybe they don’t.

But that’s not the point.

The point is how you react to it and the problems it can cause.

In this dog-eat-dog, power-driven society, honesty doesn’t always seem to be the best policy.

The one thing that constantly gets me in trouble is my honesty.

It shines through in my daily encounters, my writing, the way I live my life.

And I’ve earned my reputation for being honest…..well….honestly.

It’s the first thing most people notice about me. It’s the reason they let me walk their dogs, confide in me, or trust me with their secrets.

It’s all good….right?

Let me tell you what I really think.

As earnestly as I set out to be honest, life gets in the way. It often has other ideas. It constantly challenges me, throws curves, makes me misunderstand and be misunderstood more often than not,  and it constantly tests my patience.

Please put away the Kleenex. I’m not complaining, ranting, or looking for sympathy.

Just stating the facts, as I was trained to do so long ago.

Soooooooooo, is honesty always the best policy?

It is if you are prepared for all the fall-out from a more-often-than-not…not always so honest planet.

Honesty builds character without tearing anyone else down. It lets others know exactly where you stand with them. It saves a lot of miscommunication, heartache and lawsuits. It builds trust, bonds people together and is the stuff strong relationships with others is made of. It makes people believe in you.

And that’s really what it’s all about.

And it’s the reason I’m only visiting this planet.

Because honestly, being honest takes a lot of soul-searching and a lot of work. I’m prepared to do this in one lifetime, but I honestly don’t want to have to come back and do it all over again.

Once is enough.

And that’s the honest truth…

The Secret Language of Writers

I like to write about being a writer because I know how. And because I can.

I am only speaking for myself but my writing does not always reflect everything and anything I may be observing, thinking about or really experiencing. I get an idea, and I run with it.

The challenge for me is to take something ordinary and put a different spin on it. Give people a new perspective. If you can come away from my writing not having learned anything new, then, I haven’t done my job as a writer. I’ve let you down.

“Why do you write?” someone asked me recently.

I write because I must.

I don’t have to, sometimes I don’t want to. But I must.

All writers understand this internal dialogue. The one only a writer can hear. The secret language which we are compelled to transfer to paper. I’m not always my writing, but I usually am.

If I want to present a new perspective then, I have to be someone else just to present a different point of view.

Do you see where I’m going with this?

I’m letting you in on the secret language of writers.

It’s kind of like grammatical acting. You develop a character and you build a story around them. You bring in other characters so they can have some dialogue and interacting and you give them something to do. Like being a hero, or a villain. They have to learn something and they have to grow as a character and they have to share with the reader. And the reader has to care about the character and want to see them through.

Blogging is like that.

Except I’m writing from one character’s point of view.



But don’t worry.

I haven’t forgotten you.

I am an observer. Eventually you will be mentioned in one of my articles. Whether you recognize yourself or not.

In the meantime, try to read between the lines. That’s where the real story is.

Oh, and don’t believe everything you read…

Lost in Translation

When all else fails, write about being a writer.

Someone once told me that, but I can’t remember who it was.

Well, here’s something interesting. I bought a book on Grammar, titled ‘My Grammar and I…Or Should That Be Me?’.

I pondered that title for a long time and decided that it should, in fact be My Grammar and Me.

Grammar being an object and me a pronoun. Yes, My Grammar is a subject and I is a subject pronoun, so they don’t go so well together. Point being, a pronoun follows a subject…I think. No, wait, it goes like this….

RULE: Always use and object pronoun (me) after a preposition. A preposition is placed before a noun or a pronoun….some other stuff goes in here, I know not what…

Have I lost you in translation? That’s okay, I usually know what sounds right, but I’m not always sure why. So, to confuse the issue, I bought this book and am mulling over parts of speech, sentence structure, punctuation, and elements of style.

Yup. (Not a word, I’m aware…) A lot to take in. One thing I did find out was that ‘alot’ is in fact, NOT A WORD either….should be ‘a lot.’

Hey but that’s the thing about being a writer. The stupider you write, the more clever you look to those who know even less about writing than you do.

EXCEPTION TO THE RULE: Some people read your stupid writing and just presume that you write stupid all the time, because yu don’t know any better, so ya, I’d be careful there.

So, how do you convince smarter writing people, that you aren’t as stupid as you write? Don’t bother, they are already convinced…NOT…

And what the heck is a predicate again? Sorry, mind is wandering….

HHHMM, let’s see if the opposite holds true…

If yore writing is exceptionally clever, than how do you convince the less clever? I don’t think you can. They won’t be able to tell the difference between your stupid writing and your clever writing. They’re not clever enough.

EXCEPTION TO THE RULE: Asforementioned, some will think your writing is  extremely clever, they just won’t know why. But, they will still think you are stupid…

More other blah, blah, blah stuff goes here…

Some other clever writey stuff should be in here….but it just isn’t.

And for that, I apologize.

PARTING SHOT: If you are talking about yourself and another person, it is good manners to mention the other person first….