Adventures Fill The Soul

A quick announcement. Lonely Author is off to his next adventure. Today I am flying to the inviting beaches of the Dominican Republic. My first week, will be at a beach resort. Now, check this out, the main pool has a bar. I never have to leave the pool to get my mojito.

Please note: I will be blogging through this vacation. I won’t be able to read every post, but I will make sure to touch each and every one of you. Also, I will be posting once a week during this time.

This year I fulfill one of my lifetime goals. Every January through March, the hump back whales of the North Atlantic, travel to the waters of a beach town called Samana. Here, pregnant whales give birth. All other whales find a mate. This ritual of turning these waters into a singles bar/maternity ward has been going on for ages. I have already booked my seat on one of these touring vessels to get a first hand look.

Now, this vacay won’t only be about whale watching, For the first time in my life, I will be the best man at a wedding, Also, will be seeing my beloved God daughter (now 6). Will attend a 75th birthday celebration. Then, there is Carnival. But most importantly, after my stay at the resort, the rest of the trip will be used as a writing retreat to concentrate on my manuscript.

I want to thank a special someone who read my first chapter and ignited a passion within me that will carry me through to completion (whenever that is).




I want to apologize for being late with my blog reading and responding to comments. I have been coordinating the birthday and wedding celebrations from New York. A very stressful task.

Also, whenever I travel to the Dominican Republic I prepare a care package for the poor. These 3 boxes contain used clothes, canned good, and toys that I collected from friends. One family on the island had their stove stolen recently. Miraculously I was able to find someone replacing their used stove upstate, so these friends will have a place to cook. All of these items and some other used furniture were shipped last week and will be waiting for me to distribute it upon my arrival.

One final thought……

Jobs fill our pockets.

Adventures fill our souls.

My friends, get out there and enjoy this beautiful life.

My next post will be on Thursday, February 14th. (You really didn’t think I would miss Valentine’s Day, did you?)

And to my inspiring muse……my first mojito will be in your honor.

The Flirting Beach Boy

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My Baby has been so swamped with work demands, she actually fell asleep while in video chat with me.  She has barely written this week, so I wanted to pen something for her.  To set the record straight, I REALLY mean every word.  I do.  I do.

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The Flirting Beach Boy

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Have you heard about the lonely Beach Boy
He’s a Casanova and the most horrible flirt
He has enjoyed a woman or two…….or three
Til he earned a reputation for chasing skirts

Now, he wants to change and don a bright halo
“No mas,” to the all of the ladies he wants to yell
It may be too late for him to apply for heaven
Beach Boy has earned reservations in……oh, well

Though he is still a charmer, he wears blinders
And with all the chasing and flirting he’s done
Oh, the terrible Beach Boy is still a lady’s man
But now, he only belongs to N, a special one

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For my loving N.

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Forgive Me Father

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This is dedicated to all my haters.  Please watch your step as you form an orderly line.  You truly are number one.   (Wanna guess which finger I’m extending?)

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Forgive Me Father

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Forgive me Father
For I am guilty of love
Come and be the judge
Like your modern day preachers
Orating sermons of black sludge

Little green skinned disciples
Claws preaching on holy keyboards
Judging all of your children
Clinging tight to Bibles
As they cast the first stone

Father you always taught love
Now sacred hypocrites spew hatred at the pulpit
For when they are not walking on water
These predators must be
Slithering on hallowed ground

Father, my debauchery warrants punishment
Banish me to Satan’s dark inferno
While I’m there, what should I tell
All of these judgmental disciples
When I bump into them in the bowels of hell.

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Karma is a bitch.