Singing to free the hostage…
Writing about my “hostage situation” in McDonald’s made me think of my father’s week-long experience as a McDonald’s hostage — at least … Continue reading Singing to free the hostage…
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The gift of song…
I wish I could call my dad on the phone today and sing him “Happy Birthday!” the way he and … Continue reading The gift of song…
A Tribute to My Dad
I miss my dad. Like most little girls, I thought my dad was the most handsome, most fun, and most … Continue reading A Tribute to My Dad
All Things Work Together 