She looked baffled as I asked her about her reaction to a disturbing event.
Archives for August 2016
You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy when skies are gray. I call my granddaughter and hairstylist, Danielle, My Sunshine because she epitomizes this little tune. When I sing that little ditty my mood lifts. When I play music in my head, pound it out on a drum, or listen or clap or dance to it, I am changed.