I once casually mentioned to my Bible Study group that I had an Easter playlist. Several heads whipped around and demanded that I share said Easter playlist immediately. Oddly enough, they didn’t really care about my colonoscopy playlist, or the one I made to musically depict Arie’s season of The Bachelor. There was some interest when I disclosed that I had not one, but two Valentine’s Day selections. I have one
When I think back on memories of Earth Day, one image comes to mind. Guzzling water like a dehydrated fool, which I did one year. I lived in Dallas and there was a big Earth Day movement that involved planting a garden or planting a tree or digging something in the dirt. I forgot that our office team members signed up to be on an Earth Day Squad, so I
I may not be the actual president of the Michael Bublé fan club, but I am a card-carrying member. I remember the day my friend Keri introduced me to his “It’s Time” album. I squealed with delight because I had JUST EXPERIENCED THE WONDER THAT IS THE BUBLÉ while watching The Wedding Date in 2004. Counting the concert I just attended this week, I’ve seen Michael four times. He’s an
This month is always crazy. Every year I look up from eating leftover Valentine’s Day candy I purchased for sixty-percent-off at Target and it’s somehow already the end of March. How does that happen? I’ll tell you how. Because I’m the person who should have her head examined for launching back-to-back books in consecutive years. Note to reader: Don’t ever do that. It’s a Love Story comes out on April
Diana Ross is the GOAT. And she’s 74-years-old. J-Lo’s still got it. And she’s 49-years-old. And I will never be as talented as Alicia Keys.
