It has been an awesome few days in the life of me. My computer is back and perfectly fine. My sister and my (almost) brother-in-law came for the weekend. Saturday was my birthday! I cannot lie…I LOVE my birthday. No matter where I am. No matter what I’m doing. June 15th is a favorite day
It is summer. I am a teacher. Therefore this is always a good song for this time of year. However…school’s out for summer are the only lyrics that are realistic. All the rest is a bit over-dramatic for my sensibilities. But that title is true. Happy Summer!
I contributed to The Show Ponies! Did you? There are 7 days left. The support has been amazing so far. They are getting closer with our help. I’ll let them speak for themselves… Help out here: http://www.indiegogo.com/projects/the-show-ponies-new-album (There are even optional donation perks…) Thank you!!!
It was a while ago now…over a year at least. My sister wanted me to go to a show featuring the band that my now-very-soon-to-be brother-in-law manages. I think the conversation went something like this… Sister: So do you want to see The Show Ponies with me tonight? Me: Sure! What kind of music do
I sang my nightly prayers as a little girl. Given my love of music, I find this exceedingly appropriate. I have no trouble remembering the words even though I have not sang the prayer (consistently) in years. It goes like this… Now the light has gone away. Father, listen while I pray, Asking thee to
I have no idea what to write about today. My mental powers are limited. Therefore, I will tell you about the first thing that came to mind. It is this song that I constantly hum without thinking… Yes, I find myself humming Once Upon A Dream from Sleeping Beauty. All. The. Time. It took me
It is not Monday, but this song is just too magnificent to wait. This hymn is beautiful to sing any time of the year. For me, however, it is especially powerful on Easter. It is a classic that I can remember singing at so many different churches. More than anything, it brings back memories of
Early last week, the small people I work with were inordinately sneezy. They went through about a box and a half of tissues in three days. One girl made sure to inform me (multiple times) that “My mom thinks I have a cold.” With the evidence as it was, I used endless amounts of
Often, we long for something different in our lives. Maybe it is a different nationality [e.g. "I wish I was English / Irish / French...(etc.)"] or a different era (e.g. “I SO should have lived back then!”). It would seem that true contentment inevitably lies elsewhere. Being a part-time optimist, I try instead to appreciate
Last week, I commented on a popular song. In particular, I expressed my disappointment with the way some modern young women choose to present themselves, as well as how they manage relationships. The lack of maturity, grace and understanding in the song were disheartening (to put it lightly.) However, I cannot simply discredit my entire