We can probably all picture it in our minds. As the camera zooms out to embrace a breathtaking view of the Austrian Alps, Maria flings her arms wide and spins with utter abandon. She opens her mouth, and the exquisite ache pent up inside her explodes in spontaneous song. “The hills are alive with the
It takes a while to build a living hill. Read More »
My “Friends” page is broken. It’s stuck on Sept. 6. Also, the colors and format are all wonky. So, if you’re on my livejournal friends list, I haven’t read any of your posts since then. I suppose I could go to every journal one by one, but that’s awfully time-consuming–especially since I won’t know from
Obi-Wan Kenobi, you’re my only hope. Read More »
J. Mark Bertrand is one of my Master’s Artist compadres. In my mind I always refer to him as “the scholarly one.” Not that the other Master’s Artists are nitwits, but we each sort of bring our own seasoning to the sauce, and let’s just say Mark serves up a more cerebral stew than some
I heard the phone ringing when I came through the front door, so I made a mad dash for the bedroom. The machine and I picked up at the same time. I slapped at the on/off button and said, “Hello?” A chorus of voices sang, “Happy Birthday to you! . . .” Of course! A
I’ve joined a group of bloggers who are working together to get the word out about Katrina disaster relief. If you’d like to take part on your blog, click here. Each blogger agrees to post a link to a charity working on the front lines. I’d like to mention two. Samaritan’s Purse and Southern Baptist
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We make up lots of songs around here. They sort of serve as an original sound track for life. I have to confess, though, the main reason I like to do this is Jacob. A couple nights ago we were about to eat dinner, but he was having a little strong-willed moment and refusing to
Music you can laugh to. Read More »
George commutes between home and the university. He stays at my sister’s house several nights a week, because it’s only blocks from his lab and allows him to start early and work late. We’ve been married for more than twenty-six years. After that much time a relationship can become like a favorite pair of jeans.
One would think that, with actual, real, people-are-counting-on-me deadlines hanging over me, I’d be getting some work done. But no. I’ve been blog hopping. Thanks to Carrie K. who commented on Katy R.’s blog, I consider it my delightful privilege to introduce you to Taylor the Latte Boy. (Yes, that’s a link. Click it. I
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We started singing to Jacob before he was born, and we never stopped. By the time he could lisp a few words, he sang along. We soon developed a game. I would sing all but the last word in a line of a song, and he would supply the missing word. “Stand up, stand up
Come on over, gang. The party’s at Katy’s!
It’s Celebration Time! Read More »