Karen’s mother, Jean, whom we affectionately called “Mopsy,” (her choice from her Girl Scout Leader days) was a wonderful woman. She passed away in March. This blog is my tribute to her.
I was caught up in his mystique. The British name. The colorful outfits. The enormous shoes and glasses. But I had never actually seen him. I had never heard him perform or speak. My obsession needed satisfaction, and tonight was the night.
In defense of baldness—and in defense of good comedy sorely lacking in today’s youth—I present my celebrity-verified proof that bald is not funny, but instead is the epitome of cool. Check this out:
One great features of Spotify is the “similar to” songs that pop up after your chosen song is over. Since I tend to listen to a lot of mellow singer/songwriter types, it’s not surprising that I stumbled upon The Collection.
Take the plunge into Johnnyswim
All Sons and Daughters is creating some of the most artistic and elegant music the church has seen in recent memory
The question is not, “Could this really happen?” but, “How we can help our children grow and thrive in the real world we inhabit, one filled with fear and uncertainty caused not by the spinning of the earth but by our own self-inflicted crises?”
If you are looking for The Great American Novel, I found it. David James Duncan wrote it.
The touchingly sparse and realistic dialogue reminded me of one of the greatest westerns of all time, Larry McMurty's Lonesome Dove.