No, this has zilch to do with the cutie-pie star of the eponymous TV show. I am speaking of what is likely the primal, ursine urge to hibernate. Last Sunday morning my frequent partner in crime Diane texted me around midday, asking if I wanted to go line dancing at 7:00. Sure do, I said, …
Tag: music
I am my father’s daughter.
I feel both jazzed and embarrassed to share a rather private wish. Now you’re chuckling. Her? Embarrassed? She blurts stuff I’d never dream of revealing except to my most trusted friends. And here it is. As I stated, announced with equal parts excitement and shyness. I’m trying to turn this here blog into a book. …
Moving and Shaking 