Deb Curreen Author

MOTHERS DAY I wear this scarf, every day around my neck, like your love it drapes around me and keeps me warm, on days of little sun. At night I hang this mantle of your care, a watchman over my dreams, the guard upon my life, silk falling above my head as I softly breathe beneath your love. Every day, I search out this scrap of you, twining comfort and memory against my throat, thinking of you, not so far away, but not here with me, wishing to see your smiling face and hear you laugh about just how stink a life can turn, and without you, all seems dark. Sometimes if not for your phone calls, constant and hoped for, my days would go on forever. Watch me hold this slip of silken love, that you have delivered to me, unbidden as it falls against my breast, I can breathe, knowing you are with me, wrapped in this wispy gift. Psalm 23 v 4: I will fear no evil, for thou art with me.

Hasn't this blog got a great title? You will want to read it,either to avoid dancing with the devil or because you want to see how audacious I can be when writing on such a loaded subject. We have all heard the saying, "dance with the devil", and it seems to imply courting danger, running close to a risky and perilous wind, perching on the knife edge of death and similar metaphorical catch phrases. All explanations intended to extend caution or glamourise a more risky evil, flying in the face of God, intentionally sinning. One of the creepiest but insanely best lines was uttered by Jack Nicholson playing the The Joker, in the 1989 Tim Burton, Batman movie. "Have you ever danced with the devil in the pale moonlight?" He chuckles into the ear of a weak and fainting, Vicky Vale, played most excellently by Kim Basinger. To me, he seems to be implying, "Well Honey, if you haven't before you sure are now !!!   "Argh, argh, argh !" Bad Joker,

Phillip Seymour Hoffman died from a heroin overdose. He was found dead with a hypodermic needle in his arm. It's hard to put an end on this sad story. It may have been suicide or an accidental overdose or a heart attack.The autopsy is not yet complete. It was death and it was sudden and uncalled for. I have to say that every time you put a needle full of heroin in your arm you are playing hypodermic roulette. And you are not just playing with one bullet when you push that plunger, your odds are possibly  more like two or three to that one blast. He left behind a wife and three children, a bucket full of fantastic movies, limousines of friends, truck loads of fans and unfulfilled roles that will never grace our screens. Like thousands the world over, I was shocked to hear that he had died of a heroin overdose but somehow I could not picture him falling off a luxury yacht and drowning or having a car accident in a Porsche. A simple and quick death from a heart attack or bra