Life makes no excuses here. Reasoning is useless here. Nobody takes the credit and no one takes the blame…. Welcome to the Islands….child you’re never gonna be the same.
I bet you know the feeling. It can be a flu bug, losing your get-up and go, or (in my case) a run of chemo treatments. For me that was 30 years ago, but sometimes holding down the couch is the best we can do. I say we might as well do it with attitude […]
“The gypsy in the photograph has a laugh you’ve seen before. Some nights you’d give anything just to bring him to your door.”
“And her hair was bright as a sunrise, shining like a copper coin in a cowboy’s eyes.”
To dream of a goose is considered good luck in some cultures. Being called a goose can be a good-natured insult from a friend.
I love it when FolkDJs come up with themes for one of their programs. “Lessons Learned” was one this last week. I don’t think the lyrics to “Ashes and Smoke” pass the PG13 test, not for the language but for the content. Any song that begins with “If one look could do it you’d a given me a child. . .” will offend some and earn an amen sister from others.