Artists record the times. Right now it’s songs that spur my resolve for the year about to land on us all. Songs that show these times are not new.
I was enjoying the great outdoors at the mall, like you do, and had the opportunity to wield my Superpower. Not the writing one, the other one.
If you don’t know the name Grace Hopper, spend 16 minutes with the QUEEN OF CODE from the Signals channel at 538. Populate your scenes of computer science with Grace Hoppers. And Hedy Lamarrs. And the women they have inspired like Brittany Wenger.
Astronaut and Scientist Sally Ride’s statue may represent California in the Capitol Statuary Hall and she’d be the first openly LGBT person figured there.
As the weeks and months went by, I realized that if I couldn’t write on my first draft of the manuscript I needed to write something.
If you give her Valentine’s Day tasties consider chocolate from the Moonstruck Chocolatier. No, I’m not on commission. I’m just an addict, sharing the love.
As much as we may love the good women in our life, our wallets might go ouch on Valentine’s Day.
The ironic observation here is that just as the turkey has been dumbed down by domestication, so has the human being, as I’m fairly certain that one reason the flock thrives is that no one in the vicinity knows how to pluck one.
Try as I might, I never could sing like Julie Andrews and I didn’t waste any time trying. My mother sewed me a costume though. I still have the carpetbag and the tea set.
The lyrics of Stepping Stone were written by the team of Booker, Stephen Andrew, Duffy and Aimee Ann. Combined with Duffy’s haunting performance, it’s the perfect example of when one kind of art inspires another.
The reason these two stories work so well together is that they are both about the pursuit of joy through passion.
I’m looking forward to the GCLS Conference in just two weeks, because at some point, everyone has that moment of speechless enthusiasm for a book that was so good words fail them, and all they can do is glow with passion.
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