Just left the blog of friend and fellow blogger…pocket perspectives. Her post on sunshine stirred up wonderful memories of my 27-year-old. http://pocketperspectives.wordpress.com/2013/02/21/you-are-my-sunshine-so-much-potential-sunshine-in-our-lives-each-day/#comment-8635 Her birthday’s tomorrow. “You are My Sunshine” was the song we dubbed… Read More
music…can be hysterical…hugmamma.
old…not dead…hugmamma.
be happy…how to…hugmamma.
music from the past…my fountain of youth…hugmamma.
Grooved with Sly and The Family Stone last night…along with many others in the audience, of course! Remember them from the 60s and 70s? Among other rocking numbers…Dance to the Music…Everyday People…Hot Fun… Read More
never too old…to romanticize…hugmamma.
the generosity of a child…even in death…hugmamma.
I’ve been catching glimpses of America’s Got Talent in between getting chores done, like ironing clothes that had been sitting on top of the dryer for ages. And I’ve been tidying up the… Read More
It’s not what you think. This isn’t about some soul-searching, life altering revelation. Although come to think of it, it might be. But actually, this is about getting down with my bad self…my pulsating, rythmic, jivin’, island… Read More
Talented marionette…and, of course, a little credit goes to the man behind the puppet, pulling the strings. A gift from my English friend Sylvia…and the French for this refreshing piece of entertainment. Where… Read More
first love…true love?…hugmamma.
