Elara lived in the star-island village of Millezza (pronounced milletsa, with the accent on the et). I’m sure you never heard of her or her hometown. Because they’re located at the Northwest corner of the Milky Way Galaxy. Of course, I know you’ve heard of the Milky Way Galaxy. After all, anyone who lives on planet Earth knows our entire solar system is contained … Read the rest…
Category Archives: imagination station
I’m not kidding you right now. This is what they said. “The Bone Bow is a Light Bow found in Elden Ring’s Shadow of the Erdtree expansion.” But the news about the Bone Bow doesn’t stop there. Here’s some more you should know. And I’ll tell you why I brought it up in a couple of minutes. “Though it may not seem particularly exciting … Read the rest…
Children’s songs should be clean. Not explicit. Because kids should be cared for and safe until the job of raising them is done. And the wrong kind of music (yes, I said “wrong kind”) can be unhealthy and unsafe. I read some interesting (but sad) info from an issue of the “Journal of Studies on Alcohol and Drugs.” And it said that kids who … Read the rest…
Remember those AT&T commercials where a man sat at a small table and asked some kids if doing two things is better than doing one. Then, he watched the kids and their reactions. And their funny comments and movements. And it made me think I’ve always enjoyed creating two things for kids. Words. And Music. I’ve always been that way with kids. I love … Read the rest…
Hypnopompic hallucinations. No, there are no drugs involved. You might have experienced them, even if you’ve never heard of ’em. Because they can occur in that transitional time between sleep and fully waking up. And they don’t have to include scenes of terror. After all, it’s not like everything in life mimics Stephen King books. My hypnopompic hallucinations almost always involve music. And I … Read the rest…
It used to be (and it might still be if it was allowed to be) you could give a little boy a stick, and he could entertain himself for hours. That was true of a ball. And a tree. And a backyard. Everything had the potential to be transformed into homemade toys. All that was required was imagination. But imagination has waned. And homemade … Read the rest…
Yesterday I wrote about a nostalgic memory. And I talked about June bugs. If you didn’t catch that post, check it out. But now I want you to think back in your own life. And go as far back in your past as you can. Because I want you to see yourself as small as possible. OK, are you there yet? Way, way back to … Read the rest…