Whip It!

Senior citizens rocking to Devo? Why, yes! There was something different about the morning aqua fitness class. I sensed it from the moment I strolled from the change room to the pool’s edge. Lap swimmers like myself shared the pool with the middle-aged and senior crowd. I, apparently, was in the quieter group. Depending on… Continue reading Whip It!

On Being Serenaded

Every woman should date a musician at least once. Just to see what it’s like to be with an artsy type of guy. I did just that in my first year of university. I was studying math and sciences.  Calculus and statistics and biology and physics labs. Rick was a blue-eyed, blond-haired guitarist studying communications.… Continue reading On Being Serenaded

Their Shoes #11

Frenchy’s shoes were donated to him by a local shelter. What is your biggest struggle with poverty on a daily basis? “Shelter. I’ve been trying to find a bachelor or one bedroom apartment for months. Right now, I’m staying with a friend. But, he’s “on drugs”.  The environment’s not good for me. I’m not welcomed… Continue reading Their Shoes #11

Ode to Joy

Musical memory…is there such a thing? I’ve heard of muscle memory. How a person can hop on a bicycle despite any recent pedaling and still take a spin as if they rode yesterday. A couple of years ago, my hubby bought me an electric piano or keyboard. I don’t know what you call it; I… Continue reading Ode to Joy

Music of Angels

Julianna, the mother of twin blind girls, again sat in the pew in front of me. But, the girls weren’t with her. I was early for mass. After some time passed, the mother rose from her seat, and moved. That’s when I noticed the two daughters, sitting in a pew closest to the choir. Julianna… Continue reading Music of Angels