To Us, a Gift Is Given
She implanted a fingernail into my hand, encouraging me in the voice of Regan “Don’t tell me anything else until the baby is out!” Our first reaction was that we had not given birth but cloned.
She implanted a fingernail into my hand, encouraging me in the voice of Regan “Don’t tell me anything else until the baby is out!” Our first reaction was that we had not given birth but cloned.
Originally posted on MEMos from Michael Edgar Myers:
Some stories are worth revisiting and updating. Some changes over time. Happy?Sinterklaas. Wait. Maybe I’m not…
Originally posted on MEMos from Michael Edgar Myers:
It was like old times. #TheDghtrUnit? commandeered the shower and began belting songs, experimenting beyond her…
Originally posted on MEMos from Michael Edgar Myers:
(Originally published January 4, 2017. A Wednesday. Seems a good place to start this decade: looking…
Originally posted on Worship Wonderings:
When the 25th is over And all the kin are gone, When you’ve packed away the…
Come December and you begin looking for Christmas gifts for the young set, you learn you’re not as grown up as you thought.
I needed to vent; to write down my 2 cents about the folks who cannot drive shopping carts. I pulled out my phone to Tweet. And that’s when Wayne-o came to mind: “Notes written on____.” Wayne Tweeted before Twitter.
Despite my own non-singing snobbery for banal lyrics, atonal voices, or sacrilegious album covers, I greatly enjoy the efforts of artists who have recorded Christmas music. I am ever-open to being surprised when I make a new discovery. Like anyone, my musical appreciation depends on my mood…