Hey Gang, what a week! I’m sorry I haven’t been posting much, I’ve had my hands very full lately.
On a recent trip up to Massachusetts, I was talking with my parents about all the wonderful and energetic people we knew who had passed on and how they would be remembered. Then I realized my very question was probably why ballads were written and stories of old were told about certain individuals: so their personalities and deeds would not be lost to death.
The “O Horrid Night” book release party on Saturday was awesome! Thanks so much to FunDead Publications and the Deacon Giles Distillery in Salem, Massachusetts for hosting such a wonderful party. And thanks to all my friends and family for showing up to support my writing!
A coalition of nyc organizations were present, speeches were given and protestors held up signs. We called for New York Governor Cuomo to unite the New York State Senate Democrats against fascisticPresident-elect Donald Trump.
Recently, I had the chance to meet director, sculptor and fine artist Jim Mckenzie in SoHo. We first got in touch on Instagram about a year ago when I saw photos of his bright, colorful, fanciful art with it’s touch of melancholy. When we met in person, I immediately noticed his eyes. They were full of mirth and energy. I’d even say he has, “laughing eyes”.