Unlike many, I don’t need a haircut. My bob has finally grown to my shoulders and all is well in my hair world. Silver linings, you know. Let’s catch up on My Carona.
I’m not a religious gal, but was raised as such, so the pretty songs in Latin always get me. Luckily, the choir I sing with does quite a few each season. Once choir’s season ended for the summer, I found myself singing them by myself. That’s fine, but when I heard about a sing-along being held by another choir, including one such song, I couldn’t wait for the heat of July to arrive (and that’s so not me). Continue reading Thursday Doors: Where Charity and Love Are
Announcer: We interrupt this bloggy hiatus to bring you a special report from the surface of the sun. Our correspondent, Tara, is braving the elements to bring us the latest.
Me: Well, I don’t know who you are, and I’m not actually on the surface of the sun, but it sure does feel like it. Happy to provide an update, though.
There is a battle being waged, my friends, and it’s all in my head. Do I write something or stay silent?