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Author archives: Renee Magnusson

Wild Muse – Stevie Nicks

“Oh, mirror in the sky What is love? Can the child within my heart rise above? Can I sail through the changin’ ocean tides? Can I handle the seasons of my life?” ~ Stevie Nicks, Landslide *** My bio on my About page starts off with this line: “The only child of Stevie Nicks + […]

Wild heart. Tender soul.

“Such wounds to the heart will probably never heal. But we cannot simply sit and stare at our wounds forever. We must stand up and move onto the next action.” ~ Haruki Murakami **** I tell my truth. As you have probably gathered if you read my Sunday Sin love letters, or connect with me […]

Bastard Saints

“Music has always been a matter of Energy to me, a question of Fuel. Sentimental people call it Inspiration, but what they really mean is Fuel. I have always needed Fuel. I am a serious consumer. On some nights I still believe that a car with the gas needle on empty can run about fifty […]

Dress for the life you want.

“I want to do with you what spring does to the cherry trees.” ~ Pablo Neruda **** I broke up a few months ago and here we are mid April and I haven’t seen the sun in years. I feel damp and mouldy right through to my bone marrow. Ayurvedically (is that a word?) I […]

The girl gang.

“She longed for porch friendship, for the sticky, hot sensation of familiar female legs thrown over hers in companionship. She pined for the girliness of it all, the unplanned, improvisational laziness. She wanted to soak the words ‘time management’ out of her lexicon. She wanted to hand over, to yield, to let herself float down […]

I should be hanging from a charm bracelet

“Sometimes the easiest way to solve a problem is to stop participating in the problem.” ~ Jonathan Mead In one of my Sunday Sin newsletters I told the Wild Ones about a musician I dated briefly who said “since we are getting things out in the open and you want honesty, I am usually more attracted to […]

Holy Rebellion

“Maybe there is no Heaven. Or maybe this is all pure gibberish – a product of the demented imagination of a lazy drunken hillbilly with a heart full of hate who has found a way to live out where the real winds blow – to sleep late, have fun, get wild, drink whisky, and drive […]

The Cocktus

“Now go to bed you crazy night owl! You have to be at NASA early in the morning. So they can look for your penis with the Hubble telescope.” ~ Tina Fey   Welcome back to Sex, love and rock n’ roll. I am dating. Well, I am trying to date. I am not gonna […]

Lipstick and a book.

When I was in my mid teens I read somewhere that you should “always wear badly applied lipstick and carry an obscure book”. I can’t remember where I read it exactly. Probably in an issue of Sassy Magazine but either way I never forgot it. Great advice though. 30 some years later and that quote […]

Captain’s log…

Thursday morning I woke up to my phone in a pool of water. I FREAKED OUT. CUE MAJOR PANIC. I was practically breathing into a paper bag. I take my phone everywhere. I never turn it off. This clutching attachment to my phone is from years of living 1000 miles away from my mom. It […]

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