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Sing it loud and proud …


I’m a firm believer that the music makes the man/woman. And for some reason I have the music of my childhood running through my head. So instead of waxing sentimental I think I’ll just share.

So here’s some music from the man who was supposed to be my husband (or so I thought when I was 12 – seems no-one told him). Donny Osmond (dramatic swoon…..)

And here’s to the boy who could dance and sing, Michael.

My Grandpa taught me how to slow dance when I was a young girl.  This one’s for you Pop!

My Mom and I used to clean the house to music to make it go faster. I know every word to every Bobby Vinton song so I had to include one of them.  Grab a rag and let’s sing with Bobby …

My Aunt was more “hip” and I’d hang out with her and listen to the 3 Dog Night. Love you Aunt Debbie!

My little sister would serenade me all the time with this song. We still joke about it and I can’t help but smile when I hear it. You light up my life Tammi!

And when I met the “bad boy” of my grade school and knew I could help save him from himself. I would day-dream to this tune. Oh how funny I was back then – so this one’s for S.F.

And for my true first love, you know who you are and this was the song … 🙂

Ok, that’s enough of a walk down musical memory lane. I hope your day is full of songs that make you happy! Be blessed!

Good-bye Icons


There’s a sadness in the world this summer. There are so many celebrity deaths that everywhere I go I hear people talking about them. It seems we always hear of famous people dying in sets of 3. That seems to be the way we categorize it and the way we are aware of it. There seems to be something extra sad about this summer though – multiple sets of 3 in very close timing. Big names – really big names like Ed McMahon, Farrah Fawcett, Michael Jackson, Walter Kronkite. These are the names of my childhood. These are the iconic people I remember watching and admiring for their talent at the top of their game. I related to them in some way, or looked at them as the ultimate “possibility”. Their names are lingering in the air. Their talent still shining in our collective consciousness.

What is it about losing icons that makes such an intense universal impact? Why are we still talking and hearing and reading about them? It’s not like we knew these people intimately. We may think we knew all about them but all we knew was what someone else wrote or assumed or the little glimpse of them showing their talent. We don’t really know them at all! They weren’t family. They weren’t friends. They weren’t even acquaintances. What are they really? Role models – maybe some. Idols – likely yes to many. But it has to be more than those superficial connections that keep us hanging on to them. I wonder why it’s so difficult for us to say rest in peace and let them go.

For me, it’s hard to think of someone close to my age being gone. Someone who’s face I recognize at a mere glimpse and who’s voice I know by heart. It’s like a part of my childhood is “poof” … gone. It’s a certain reminder of my own mortality. And it makes me wonder at the level of impact I’ve had. Have I done enough? Am I just coasting through life with my small circle of influence? Do I even have a legacy that people will remember? Maybe that’s part of the impact. Losing people from the face of the earth that have clearly impacted so many makes us wonder about our own impact. I have work to do. I have people to love, encourage, teach, learn from, and inspire.

So, for now I say to Ed, Farrah, Michael, Billy, Walter and all the others. Go swiftly into the embrace of God. Rest in Him! We will remember you as we carry on!