“If I can just get off the LA Freeway without getting killed or caught….”
There’s a whole story in that one line. A lifetime of tales in just one song.
Storytelling is magic. It’s art to craft a just-right set of words. It’s work to hone the talent. It’s brave to share, to set it free among strangers.
Speaking of bravery, Baby Lyle graduated high school under a full moon on Friday the 13th. I’m still looking for a 4-leaf clover, horseshoe, and white rabbit’s foot to balance out the portents.
Just a few more days until Sweet Leah’s out of school and we scoot over to Bama’s best beach for a girls only retreat. We have strict dietary requirements for our read-a-thon:
YOLO! YOLO to you and you and you!