The Quiet Girl

When I was growing up, Christian music was played and listened to very frequently in my family. As a trained musician, and a film composer who has helped in the putting together of films, music, and stories, I will share my opinions about the media I consumed as a child, from an artistic point of view, not so much from a political or moral point of view, if that makes any sense.  Many people have strong, often political, opinions about Christian media and entertainment. I have heard some people say that it is a knockoff of its secular counterparts (especially when parodies are involved), often because the companies were trying to market to people who absolutely would not support secular businesses, singers, films, etc. I'm sure there are a variety of other opinions that I haven't even thought about because I'm sitting here in a studio concentrating just on the music. You are welcome to share those in the comments below.  Thankfully, a lot of Christian media d

Everybody has messes in their house from time to time. Mine is no exception, I hate to admit it. I want my home to look like the IKEA store gave me a free furnishing from the year 2163. I do realize, however, that I'm not perfect, and while I do think I would be a good professional organizer, I must accept the happenings of life, messy as they are.  I have this thing about being "messy" versus "dirty." Messy is when a person lets clothes pile up on the floor occasionally. Maybe they've had a rough day or are just busy. Maybe they're very tired. I'm fine with some messy to a degree, as long as it eventually gets put away. I always end up putting things away after a cleaning and organizing spree. It's how I keep my sanity.  Dirty is when a person lets perishable items rot in the thin air and doesn't clean it up. For example, leaving dirty dishes in the sink for days, or, God forbid, dumping food in with the dishes and letting it sit. Or

Many of you know that my precious cat, Polly Esther, passed away on June 3rd of natural causes. I miss her to this day. I knew, sooner or later, that I wanted to adopt another cat when the time was right. Little did I know that time would come so soon. I had always wanted to adopt a black cat some time in my life. First of all, I like the way black cats look. I feel they are very understated, but then they are very mysterious and enchanting once you get to know one. Second of all, they are the last to be adopted and the first to be euthanized. Why should people still be superstitious, especially in this scientific 21st century? Why would people pass black cats over in favor of a more "exciting looking" colorful cat? Also, I have read that people "adopt" black cats to use as costume accessories, only to dump them or return them to the shelters after halloween! Nobody needs to be reminded of what occult groups have done with black cats. This is all pure evil i

I cannot get out of this place, It's moving and we won't stop for hours, My body freaks out in a shock. I cannot get out of this place, It's 30,000 feet up And stopping is not an option. The end is near. I cannot get out of this place, I have to step over people in my row, I'm trapped in this chair. My body freezes in a cold fright. I cannot get out. I cannot get out of this place, The teacher is speaking And it would be rude to get up. My head spins in misery. I cannot get out of this place, There's people all around me and my heart is pounding. Will I make a big scene? I cannot get out. Will I shake? Will I pass out? Will I run out of energy? Will I lose control? We shall see, because I cannot get out.

My baby kitty, Polly Esther, passed away June 3rd after 18 years of a good life, and finally, aging and refraining from eating for a few months. She may have been in pain from a tumor too.  I knew Polly would pass away sooner or later, as we all will die eventually. I was happy that she had made it to the legal age where she could smoke and vote. Not that she should've done the former, as it's harmful to one's health, and I think she would've done a good job with the latter, voting for LimberButt McCubbins for president (look him up), and choosing whether to vote DemoCat or RepubliCat. I hope any cat that I am a human to can make it this long.   I have always loved cats. I had wanted a cat from the time I was five years old. I remember laying in bed with my mother one night, and I told her, "Mommy, I want a cat. And I want to name her Polly." She said, "We'll have to pray for a kitty, honey." My father hated cats at the time,