Sang this WWII-era song at my neighbor Elva’s memorial service because her husband served in WWII, and for all we know, we all may meet again some sunny day.
Listened to the sweetest hip-hop song on the radio today, so lovingly affirming of sexual diversity. Regardless of whether you like the genre, you owe it to yourself to listen to the eloquence of this rap.
I wrote this song as a sort of rollicking sea shanty. It’s just one of those things that spontaneously came forth! Our kitty, Callie, makes an entrance at the end.
My mom, Jonni Greene, died two weeks ago. She was a singer, and singing was something we shared with love. This song came into my head yesterday, and it’s no wonder. The sad thing is, there is no other time after a person is gone. Still, we did spend quality time together before she died, and we did tell each other everything we wanted to– up til then. I’m sure there will be many more things I want to tell or ask my mother as the years go by, and who knows? If there is such a thing as life after death, or reincarnation, we might actually catch up some other time.
Just heard Stevie Nicks singing Landslide and broke down crying while driving to get my hair cut. Mom liked that song and wasn’t that much older than Stevie Nicks.