One day Lorelei came up to me with her hands pressed to her forehead. I thought maybe she had hurt herself, but as she stood there I started seeing pieces of hair falling out of her hands.
So what would you put on a bingo card?
I probably won’t remember this.
The soft fuzz of your head tucked under my chin as you nestle yourself closer against my body. The faint smell of milk and your mouth opening as you try to find your way.
Whew. Things got a little heavy for a minute. Let’s move on.
There is a chance of a flurry tonight, which means we need to cancel life.
From my first folk show at 16 -over half my life ago – to Eddie From Ohio this past weekend, I have been incredibly lucky to be a part of the folk community that does not put barriers and guards between the artists and the fans.
I keep a spreadsheet of ideas to write about, and like most of my organizational efforts it alternates between organized within an nth of its life, and completely forgotten about as I wing it. So when I went to look at the spreadsheet this morning and saw, “That’s Not Lemonade” listed, I wasn’t sure I even wanted to know.
Me: Lorelei, get your toys or whatever you want to play with outside, and let’s go.
Lorelei: I don’t need any of that stuff, mom. I’m going to exercise! That is my thing that I am going to do every day of this new year!