This week I am continuing the story of Lu and Cici for my good friend Lance’s 100 Word Song Meme over at My Blog Can Beat Up Your Blog and one of my partners at Raised on the Radio. This week the song is (Just Like) Starting Over by John Lennon. I am amazed at how effortlessly this
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This week I am continuing the story of Lu and Cici for my good friend Lance’s 100 Word Song Meme over at My Blog Can Beat Up Your Blog and one of my partners at Raised on the Radio. I’m feeling pretty cool, because I got to choose the song, “Fall at Your Feet” by Crowded House. I
This week I am continuing the story of Lu and Cici for my good friend Lance’s 100 Word Song Meme over at My Blog Can Beat Up Your Blog and one of my partners at Raised on the Radio. The song is Nearly Lost You by The Screaming Trees. I am amazed at how effortlessly this story flows
This week I had the honor of choosing the song for my good friend Lance’s 100 Word Song Meme over at My Blog Can Beat Up Your Blog and one of my partners at Raised on the Radio. I chose Lyle Lovett’s Her First Mistake because, well – there isn’t a Lyle Lovett song that
“I met your momma when she came here to study. She needed a place to stay and I needed a counter-girl.” He sat back, wistful, “That was a different time completely. Aw Cecilia you wouldn’t have recognized the place.” His face softened with a smile. No one had ever called her Cecilia before – it
With shaking hands she reached to take the stack of papers from Beaufort. And just as her fingers brushed them she stopped. “Wait. Please, tell me about her. Just a little before I have to look at this.” “Darling, your momma was like an angel. Wherever she went it was like she was walking on
The bells on the door tinkled; Beaufort looked up from placing flowers in the vases on the counter. “Well dear, what took you so long?” Relief flooded through CiCi as she realized that in what would prove to be the hardest thing she had ever done in her life, she would at least have one
Indian summer in the south is something to be feared, she flew out of the hotel and the heat slammed into her. Instantly regretting her decision to bring a jacket, she mentally fumbled knowing she needed no extra baggage. Shake it off. Her feet hit the sweltering pavement with a determination that worked its way
Grabbing her clothes; she was determined to find answers today. As she slipped on her jeans she stuck her hands in the pockets and found the little Hello Kitty eraser she’d always kept as good luck. She rubbed the smooth edges; worn like velvet from absent-minded rubbing. This time it was not absent-minded. This time
CiCi woke up to the sun shining gently across the sheets. Breathing deeply, she felt peaceful; as she lay there the memory of the day before came back more gently than she had expected. She was comforted by the realization that as she assimilated this new information, she filled a void she hadn’t even known
