Welcome to My Crazy Quilt. In mountain tradition, my Southern grandmother. Created free-flowing art that warmed her family on winter nights. Catch my Alabama sound! Click the audio here or leap to the story of moi. Or a tale of southern accents. Posted on July 20, 2015.

Monday, May 25, 2015. From what I have read, the race is all down hill; sixteen miles downhill. There will be no time to take pics like this during the race. I wonder if there are fish in there. I kinda wanna hit this on race day.

Great Stories, Great People, Great Respect for the craft. We are the blacksmiths and cobblers of indie media. Cutting the pork, but keeping the bacon. The foundation of a great organization is a mutually agreed upon cultural ethos. Anyone hustling in the indie arts world knows that it can. Lately, Ive found myself pining for work. Unfortunately, Ive been mired in the back end shenanigans of setting up shop busine. Welcome to Random Streams Media.

Wednesday, November 12, 2008. This poem was written for one of my friends as she was going through a rough time. Not one day passes by. To live each and every day. Without seeing red white and blue. How can you be free in a cell? I see those colors while locked away. In my own private Hell. Red is the color of blood. Like when he punched my nose. He said I was stupid and dumb,. He called me one of his hoes.