Cotton Billy Both of my parents have musical gifts.  I used to wake up Sunday mornings to my mother pounding out hymns on the piano and singing at the top of her lungs.  She made both my sister and I learn to play the piano, and when we protested, she put her foot down.  Growing [...]

Loom I flopped down on Courtney’s bed this last week and listened to her serenade me from the shower.  This was short lived due to falling shampoo bottles, and her surprised outburst made me laugh into her high thread count sheets.  Her little dog was looking at me, wondering why there was a big monster [...]

The Ship Song Thank you everyone for your inspiring comments on my last blog.  That was so unexpected!  You are all lovely. It seems that “26 is the year of reflection.”  If I had to name them they’d be “21: the year of the drunken piglet pinata, 24: the year that started in a bathtub and [...]

Chelsea, Let’s Go Join the Circus I think Cupid is confused or possibly he went to Park Row Medical Clinic and they gave him an endless supply of pain pills.  I appreciate that he flys around in the windy sky, almost naked, to help people find love.  And I am sure he gets a lot [...]