The Inner Sophia

    I love watching The Golden Girls.  I have seen every re-run approximately 473 times.  Dorothy, Blanche, Rose, Sophia, and I go way back.  They’ve gotten me through many sleepless nights and boring Saturdays when I couldn’t muster the strength to get out of my pajamas.  They’ve nursed me back to health just about anytime I’ve…

Movers and Shakers

I’ve had a series of unrelated conversations lately with several different people that have had nothing to do with the same subjects.  However, somehow these conversations have had a similar tone and have kept me thinking about the same ideas over and over. We live a cynical, CYNICAL world.  People don’t believe in romance, lasting…

A Trip to Torquemada’s Chair

     A man in a strategically placed white coat wants to do something terribly sinister to me.  He claims it will benefit me in the long run, and that I will experience only mild discomfort…I don’t buy it.  Even those near and dear to me claim it won’t be so bad. They “handle” me by telling me lively…

A Summertime Voice

    Around this time of year most  people are focused on, and actually completely enamored by the beautiful fall foliage we are graced with here in Asheville, North Carolina.  I don’t take this beauty for granted; I love the vibrant, short-lived hues  on the trees and the omnipresent smell of a thousand bonfires at night,…

Here Goes…

     I used to think a hot bath could cure anything.  Whether I was sick, cold, frustrated, stressed out, hurt, or angry, a bath would surely fix it.  Something about sinking down into the warm water and breathing in the lavendar scented steam made everything ugly in life fade away.  At the end I would…

Music Like Seger

     Vomiting is going to occur.  It’s going to happen.  One day I will be sitting in my car and something from the other side of the air waves is going to literally trigger my gag reflex, and just like that I’ll be padding the pockets of the local car detailing service.  Actually the wonderful people…

The Swing

     One of my favorite movies in the world is The Legend of Bagger Vance.  Besides the fact that it is literally dripping with southern nuances that drive me to the point of breaking out mimosas mid-movie, it is also chock full of bits of wisdom I often find myself pondering.  Strangely enough, the movie is…

Lay in there and Grind

I have said it a hundred times…writing is a very difficult thing to be in love with because it is the MASTER of unrequited love.  It knows I need it, and yearn for it, therefore taunts me unmercifully from the dark corners of my mind.  I let it have all of me everytime, just hoping,…

What’s in a name?

     I used to hate it when people called me “Lorna Caye”.  I didn’t see any reason for the inclusion of my middle name. I didn’t want to be compared to those “Barbara Ann”, “Brenda Jo”, “Marie Sue” names (all of which were names held by family members). My mother’s side of the family, in particular, called me by…