Bossy Women’s Dance Club
Raise your hand if you’ve ever been called “bossy”. Or “intimidating”. Or how about “too” anything as in “too loud”, “too angry”, “too pushy” and, my favorite, the generic insult “too […]
Tag Archives: music
Hard lessons
I was at a concert last night where the opening act was just dreadful. The young woman, on stage by herself with an electric guitar, was so nervous that it […]
Get On Up
This weekend I had to tell my husband that I don’t like James Brown. We decided to go to a movie the other night and he proposed the bio-pic “Get […]
Dad Music
I woke up humming the chorus from a song my Dad used to sing when he was happy – “Honeycomb won’t you be my baby, Honeycomb be my gal” – […]
Zen
I have found my perfect Zen exercise. Zumba. Zumba, if you haven’t tried it in the last five years that it has been the latest thing, is a kind of […]
La, la, la, la…lemon
Digging through the CD case that was tucked in the door of the car the other day my daughter found a CD from when she was small. It was a […]
Lawn Party
Every once in a while a song on the radio will bring up a dormant memory that catches me off guard. The other day, listening to Casey Kasem’s Flashback Top […]
Speakers
Given that the sun is shining at the moment I’m refraining from ranting about the unreasonableness of House Speaker John Boehner or how much I miss Tip O’Neill (for his […]
Evolution
No this is not a blog post about President Obama’s attempt to re-frame his “late to the party” support of Gay marriage. Although I am happy that the President publicly […]
Sheldon’s Car
I am driving my father-in-law Sheldon’s car. Not his actual car as he passed away a few years back and no longer drives, but the car that he would be […]
Countdown
As we inch ever closer to Christmas and Hanukkah I confront the age-old problem of how to conduct religious rituals without religion. I was raised Catholic, my husband was raised […]
Groundhog Day 1975 – 1979
There is an American reporter on NPR, whose name I always forget, that inexplicably speaks in a BBC cadence. He is not English, nor does he have an English accent. […]
Recessional
I decided on the perfect song to be played at my funeral – Praise You, by Fatboy Slim. I want it played as everyone is leaving said good-bye event, with […]
