As I sat on the edge of the waterbed, the disc jockey for KSSN announced news that changed my world. Time stopped for a few minutes and I cried while sitting there on the edge of the bed. Keith Whitley was dead at the age of 33 years old from an apparent alcohol overdose.
Mother’s Day is just not that simple. Take it from my daughter who we adopted through the foster care system when she was four years old. I couldn’t wait to be part of the exclusive Mom club that had evaded me for so long.
Music has always been a huge part of our relationship. It started way back in high school as two best friends would sit and listen to Lionel Richie and Alabama, singing and laughing, bearing our teenage souls in the windowsill of Kelly’s dormer in her parents’ house on Coolhurst in Sherwood.
Over one-third of our food crops are pollinated by bees. Without bees, we could lose many of the crops we love to eat.
It’s been so interesting watching the momma rabbits as they’ve been preparing for the birth of their babies. A few days before they kindle (that’s a new word I’ve learned which means they have their babies), they begin “nesting”.
Life is better with close friends. They are there to lift you up when you are down. They are there to celebrate your successes. They are there to turn to for advice and there when you just want to veg out.
