Music To My Heart
3 little words spoken that are music to my heart. I am home. I love you. We are family. It is Friday. My plane landed. I love us. We are together. Let us go. Celebrate the holiday. Love that song. Read More …
3 little words spoken that are music to my heart. I am home. I love you. We are family. It is Friday. My plane landed. I love us. We are together. Let us go. Celebrate the holiday. Love that song. Read More …
Wondering what you all think the value (versus cost) of a song is today? We just had the Grammy’s – lots of controversy there. Adele, not Beyonce. Hm. Not sure I care one way or another. (This year anyway, if Read More …
These oh so full days are so wonderful… From morning till night, the more you can do the better. Life is meant to be lived to the very fullest with every single minute and every single hour jam packed with Read More …
Tomorrow (depending on when you are reading this) is Valentine’s Day. Are you ready? Remember what I wrote a week or so ago…planning takes time. Advance planning on a holiday as crazy busy as Valentine’s is essential. E-mails sent out Read More …
All things come in time to those who wait…patiently. From recovery after surgery to smoking brisket – slow, over night with low heat – things take time. Becoming an expert, doesn’t happen over night. It takes years of practice, years Read More …
It really isn’t possible, at least with today’s technology to pull a Back to the Future, going back in time to see your parents as teenagers, or even as parents of you, as a teen. Instead, you get to do Read More …
I frequently run “just in time” although sometimes late and sometimes very, very early. It happens. There is always something to do, how can you not try to squeeze in one more thing? One more day can matter more than Read More …
When sun and snow collide – like today… there is a bit of disbelief. Like Friday the 13th and a full moon. Fear and disbelief. With a bit of awe mixed in for the fun of it. With a high Read More …
What happens when your bad mood affects some one else? High school psychology class taught us not to displace our anger and not to take it out on anyone else, especially not waiting until the end of the day and Read More …