Leave Your Mark

Thursday, October 1st 2020

“If you’re going to live, leave a legacy. Make a mark on the world that can’t be erased.” – Maya Angelou

But maybe it can be painted over?

“What you leave behind is not what is engraved in stone monuments, but what is woven into the lives of others.” – Pericles

If I had a boy, I’d name him Mark.

If I left him someplace, I’d call and say, “I left a Mark there.”

“What mark?”

“My Mark!”

But I have no Mark. I’m unmarked.

It’s remarkable.

And not for pooping your pants.


It’s gonna be a full moon tonight. Muahhh, muaaaahhhh, muaa – cough, cough – aahhh!

The Harvest Moon, Blood Moon will be here…soon.

I love this time of year…

I’m still super new to this blogging stuff. I never know how to end these things.

It’s like

What do you think?

Wednesday, September 30th 2020

“The only mystery in life is why the kamikaze pilots wore helmets.” – Al McGuire

Social Animal Touching

“My opinions may have changed, but not the fact that I am right.” – Ashleigh Brilliant

Here’s what I think…

People love to give advice. No matter what it’s about. No matter how personal it is.


Until you ask for it.

Then all of a sudden, no one knows what to say. “I don’t know. I don’t know! That’s really your call.  I can’t tell you, you have to figure it out. Maybe you won’t look good in bangs. I don’t know! How am I suppose to know?”

So I go around asking for advice.

My advice? Ask for advice.

“Before you judge a man, walk a mile in his shoes. After that who cares? He’s a mile away and you’ve got his shoes!” – Billy Connolly

The neighborhood’s cleaning up.

Until tomorrow – enjoy this day, it may be your last. Just kidding! May you live forever – or forever be alive in this moment.

That was deep.

Love for all.

A Comedy Sign from God

Tuesday, September 29th 2020

The soul should always stand ajar, ready to welcome the ecstatic experience.” – Emily Dickinson

Mel Brooks and the late Carl Reiner. Two of my Comedy Gods. This photo pops up every time I turn my computer on. I love this picture for so many reasons. But for the obvious as well – it’s just so cute and goes straight to the heart, plus wheat thins. Photo Credit: Robert Trachtenberg

On my way to the first (and only) ACI (American Comedy Institute – a great place, highly recommend it) class, I asked God for a sign. Something, some wisdom to let me know that I’m on the right path, that this is going to work out. That I’m meant to pursue this. To be a performer, a standup comic, a comedy writer or something along these lines, but also these lines exactly. That this is it

The internet connection on my phone stopped working all of the sudden. I couldn’t stream the inspirational talk I had queued up – so I sat in silence on the subway – as soon as I got out at Penn Station – two ladies were standing against the subway wall – One looks me right in the eye, and says “There’s a lot of fuckin people in this city.” Right then, I knew. That’s all I needed to hear. Thank you God!

Then…I never went back. Stage fright. I know I’ll be back out, soon. Right? Where’s that lady??

“I have learned from my mistakes, and I am sure I can repeat them exactly.”
― Peter Cook

They say God is always watching us. And so is Santa Claus. That’s fine. But that better be it! Starting to feel a little invaded. It’s like window washing day at my apartment building. I know they’re coming. They’re here to help, to remove the muck, to clear things up – and I’m thankful for it. It’s so nice to know it’s under their control and expertise and there’s nothing I have to do. But then they’re HERE, right outside my window. It’s 2pm, I’m in my jammies, two feet away from the windows – and bam. They’re here. They just instantly appear, suspended in the air – swaying – and at times, face to face – next to me. Awkward.

Point being, help is all around. Sometimes it’s insight in unexpected places. Other times it’s a “hey, your zipper’s down” or it could be your living room windows being washed at an inconvenient time. I don’t believe always looking for signs – it’s fun and exciting to add meaning to such things and I’m not saying it’s wrong – but, I do believe that sometimes you just have to go for it. If you really want it. If it’s not going to hurt anyone. And I also firmly believe – there’s a lot of people in New York City.

Soho, NYC
Chalk Artist Unknown

“I have no special talents. I’m just passionately curious.” – Einstein

Hey, this past weekend was nice. Beautiful summery weather. Warm.

I have a fat mosquito bite on my leg to prove it. Looks like I have three knee caps. Itches, persistently, like a woolen blanket.

Mosquitos – tiny little flying vampires. You’ll get your turn, punks. The freeze is coming!

I think.

Love, peace and have a great week – if you want – also, my third knee says hello.

“I think that’s it.” – Kim Considine

Today, I consider myself lucky.

It’s my choice.

Friday, September 25th 2020

“Every Day is a New Life to a Wise Man.” – Dale Carnegie

Extreme Sports

“Happy is the man, and happy he alone,

He, who can call to-day his own:

He who, secure within, can say:

‘To-morrow, do thy worst, for I have liv’d to-day.'” – Horace, Roman Poet

Today, this morning, mere moments ago, I was pulled out of meditation to the sound of my phone. On for work, not for the use of my own. Now, thinking of yesterday, the past week and what’s to come. Knowing that life is in this moment, bringing myself back, but preparing for a run. Today I challenge myself to live in this day. To live a new life, not expecting what’s already become or yet to be done. To create – not react – step into the unknown.

Starting with…

Taking phone breaks – Friday leading into the weekend. Durations of disconnecting virally/virtually, and connecting more spiritually.


Remember when your home phone was your phone? Then the mobile phone became the secondary phone? It was for emergencies. Then it became the cellular phone then that took way too long to say so it became the cell. My cell. Now it’s just a phone – I have my phone. Where’s my phone? I have to charge my phone. 

And now a home phone – sounds so weird. Why would I have that? Doesn’t even make sense – I have my phone.

I had cable hooked up at my new apartment last year – the installer said, your package comes with a phone line. For a phone. I asked, a home phone? He said, yes. He said, you don’t have to use it – we just hook it up so you have the option. I asked, do I have to get it hooked up? He said, it comes with the bundle – it actually costs more if you don’t have it. So I have it. The wall is set. There’s a number attached to that wall, it’s just floating around in my apartment. I don’t even know it or need it. But, I have it. I’m getting calls on that wall. I vibrationally sense it when I wake up during the middle of the night. Darn it!

Why did I let them install a home phone? Calls all night. I can’t answer the wall.

Call me on my cell. My phone!

Sounds suspicious when someone asks you to call them on their home phone. Doesn’t it? 

Why, what do you want to talk about?

Can’t we just talk on our phones?

Ok, time to unplug for a bit – remember what’s important – space between to know who I am. May all of us have time for truth today. Let go, allow the distractions to fade into the background – blurred, indistinguishable, unimportant. Feel a real connection, all is well. Peace.

You cannot be lonely if you like the person you’re alone with.” – Wayne Dyer

Then the sun grew and grew, it was one inch if two.


Thursday, September 24th 2020

It’s not that tall in person.

I don’t mean to brag, but I can sneeze, blow my nose and bruise my eye area at the same time. 

All by myself. 

I promise.

It’s just something I can do. Was I born talented? Above average? Not sure. I’d like to think that I’m becoming more and more creative and evolving into this incredible and clever person. Then I walk out out of the restroom and my pants are unzipped. Again.

And I’m out carrying on conversations with sincerity, saying hello to passersby, stopping to look in a window – but not for too long because sometimes my reflection doesn’t allow me to see the person who’s inside looking directly at me while I’m making faces and checking my hair or crooked smile then I sense movement and a face appears removing mine – from inside – then I pretend I knew they were there the whole time. Also the whole time, my pants are half sealed. But I’m usually not noticing the situation until much later, as in, when I go to the restroom the next time. Nothing to grab. A big gape. A deep breath. Ah, man. This one thing I do…

I first developed this habit a couple of years ago. At first, the first time, I think, I thought probably nothing of it. The second time probably made me laugh. The third time and since – I don’t know – I guess I’m trying to understand. I feel like maybe there’s a subconscious purpose for this. I want to say it’s a time saving technique. One less thing to do when I’m finished and one less thing to do when I gotta go again.

Or I just hate zippers.

Either way, this too, shall pass?

Talented? Sure, by my definition – in some areas of my life. But, more importantly – authentic, kind and evolving. Becoming more in tune with what matters to me and being open to unlimited possibilities. Thinking new thoughts. Trying different things. Letting go of what no longer fits. Disregarding how it looks, going on how it feels.

May all your wonderful and unique talents flourish today and then some – and beyond. Share it all. Momma Stay.

“When the voice and the vision on the inside is more profound, and more clear and loud than all opinions on the outside, you’ve begun to master your life.” – Dr. John


P.S. I just looked down. Pants are good to go. It’s going to be a great day.

Live Fit

Live fit
Go long
Don’t sit
Or smoke a bong
Or do
I’ll have some too
It’s good
For a few
Do this
Not that 
Remember that dis
Bring it back
It’s the best
Never mind
Old tradition
New fruit
Fast for the bathing suit
Load up
Carbs indulge
Run that race
Lose the bulge
Animals good
All meat bad
Now it’s back 
The carnivore fad
Stick skinny
Curvy strong
Short hair, long
Up early
Eat at dawn
20 chews 
Brush for a song
Dusk down
Organic bed
All in your head

Working Out to Work it Out

Running to run. Moving to let it move me. Being to be free, to be unmoved by externality. Seeing without looking, feeling without holding. Letting go of beliefs, becoming, acknowledging me. 

I run so my mind doesn’t run me. 

I live, but not fully. Always waiting and regretting, no longer wanting what I knew, needing to be new. Growing, seeing that now, too. 

Loving because it feels so much better than fighting. Laughing, but so close to crying.

These thoughts are fleeting – so much not saying – but eager to reach higher, live truer, in this adventure, not escaping the past nor predicting the future. Allowing what comes to ignite no longer giving into fright. Trying.

Nothing to fear. No one could care. It’s eternity, not a dare. Live fully, not dully. Thrive with love, passion, and compassion. Pass on your gifts, and all that uplifts. 

Move to move, live to live, give to grow all that lives, grows and moves within all that loves all without. 

Working out to work it out.