An artistic legacy doing good things
Spencer Bell - poet, musician, artist - passed away in December of 2006 from Adrenal Cancer. Here, we keep his artistic legacy alive.
You can also contribute to University of Michigan Adrenal Cancer Research and the
Spencer Bell Endowed fund
“He is not here anymore, you know.”
“He was never really here to begin with.”
“Do you think he finally went somewhere?”
“He could have gone anywhere.”
“I never knew where he was from.”
“He liked to pretend he was from nowhere.”
“Yet, he never…Continue
I posted this on Facebook, but thought I might share it here, too.
It's that time again! Time to review 2013 and see how things have turned out. According to Chinese New Year standards, this was apparently supposed to be "my year"...but was it? Let's see shall we.
-I DID get a full time job, which I'm very grateful for. It keeps me very busy and it's good to wake up every morning and have a purpose. Of course being so busy most often means that I'm too…Continue
Good news are rare so it ought to be shared !
As most of you know, I am an freelance translator and interpreter , trying to make a name for herself in the translation industry and dear Lord, it is freaking tough !
Especially this year, as September took my grandfather away, and everything seemed to go downhill from there.
However, Life has been working its mysterious ways both teaching me about the only certainties of life and how not to stay sitting on your own…Continue
A week ago, if you had told me that my life would be irrevocably changed because of suicide, I'd have told you that you were crazy.
I wasn't prepared.
I'm still in denial.
I come here because I feel safe here, I feel warmth and love here and because everyone here it seems, has unfortunately been touched by loss.
His name is Justin, and his mom had just died. She was his rock, and the center of his Universe. He'd been depressed all of his life off and on, but when…Continue
Life is a series of unshakeable forevers, unbreakable eras, eternal day-to-days.
When I was young, life was waking up to morning light dappling on the purple walls of my bedroom. Uniform laid out carefully on the chair ready for school. Cereal. Radio in the car on the way to school. Busy, noisy, familiar faces running around busy, noisy familiar buildings. New shoes. Everyone had Kickers, I had PODs. Important, it seemed at the time.
When I was young, life was sitting…Continue
There have been a lot of changes. Subtle changes. But a LOT of them. Comings and goings. New friends gained, old friends fading into obscurity, more or less. I'm a sentimental guy. I'm also a product of my generation. Short attention span. And yet, sentimental. Things seem to be ramping up towards a BIG change, and I don't know what it is, or if I should be excited by that or not. It's a feeling I have in my bones. A gut instinct, so to speak. This life is a blur at the moment. They said…Continue
August 30th I nearly lost my miracle.The little boy God blessed us with was almost killed by a dog.Yes its possible.We were getting ready to take the dog we had been fostering back we noticed there were some issues the main one being that he and Josh our little boy just didn't mesh well.Bruno was scared of Josh.What I didn't expect was that Bruno would attack Josh who simply went to pet him.Suddenly a 75 lb dog was on top of my 30 lb toddler and I felt helpless.Thankfully my beautiful dog…Continue
These Tee-Shirts will be $15.00 each!! Whoot whoot! Make checks out to Lisa Byrd (so I can pay for the order) mail them to University of Michigan, 109 Zina Pitcher, Ann Arbor, MI 48109. IF ANY money is left over after shipping out shirts, 100% of any proceeds will go to QACC, Dr. Hammer's research fund…Continue
Thanks to all who have stuck around and supported the Legacy Project over the past six years or so. It's so gratifying to see all of the friendships that have formed over the years throughout the world. It's also fun to have watched as the talented community of artists has grown and changed around us. …Continue
I don't even know what to say. I've been reading "Dear Whoever", one of my favorite of Spencer's journal entries repeatedly since last night, knowing that I'd probably lose my job today. And yup, I did. I just got home. "Dear Whoever" somehow just always makes me feel better.
I don't know how I'm going to afford my bills now which I had just started paying off. I may lose my house if I don't find another job right away. I live in NJ but I think everyone knows anywhere in the US…