Love, baby, Love. That’s the Secret . . .
I’m tired of my own voice. It’s feedback sounds whinny to me because, I guess, that’s how I feel – tired of all the turmoil and distress swirling around. I’m also bored with my own whininess (yep - that’s actually a word), and we all deserve more. So, I looked around for a new voice. Uplifting lyrics? A video? Some hopeful words with music and beautiful pictures to bring contrast to the ever-present shroud of newspaper headlines, commentator captions, pictures of destructive
Forgetting the Cupcakes
A few weeks ago I was waiting for a phone call from one my publisher’s representatives. A look at my phone confirmed he was already 30 minutes late. Since this was our second try at connecting, frustration was beginning to raise its frazzled head. Just then, the call came. He quickly apologized to me, explaining that right before our appointment he remembered he was supposed to pick up his son. He’d lost track of the time, and finally remembering, left the office to find his