O Lord, It Ain't Hard to Be Humble.... |
Humility is no problem in this household. Between my family and friends, I've got someone--at least one person at any given time, 24/7--who will remind me that I am of little consequence in this...
Posted by on Fri, 29 Jun 2007 14:17:00 GMT |
To Sir, With Love |
I can't remember the first time I met Mr. James (Jimmy D) Duarte. I do have memories of him when I was young--maybe 10 or 11--and Mr. Duarte was coaching a Little League baseball team in our tow...
Posted by on Tue, 22 May 2007 20:13:00 GMT |
Remembering Colin, Part I |
Over the weekend my memory was jogged and I began recounting memories of an old pal of mine, Colin K. Colin wasn't always my "pal," more like "my tormentor." Real...
Posted by on Sun, 14 Jan 2007 20:09:00 GMT |
I Guess That's Why They Call It a Gift |
I played one of the most unusual, but interesting, and satisfying gigs tonight that I've ever had the privilege to be part of. Three of us-- another woman (guitar) and me, plus our friend John (...
Posted by on Tue, 09 Jan 2007 20:38:00 GMT |
Nowhere to go but up... |
Nowhere to go but up..Well, tonight was supposed to be a no-brainer. I went over to Weedsport in order to support my friends, a bluegrass band called The Lost Boys. I was asked to come up and si...
Posted by on Sat, 06 Jan 2007 20:55:00 GMT |
