On January 2, 2018, I took down my 2017 Bruce Springsteen calendar and reflected on the past year. That eve, I thumbed through the pictures of The Boss and pages of my celebrations, holidays, events, and milestones. I wish I could report that I reminisced with a cup of cheer and shouted a “New Year, New Me” proclamation, but you can scratch that from the script. Instead, I continued brooding over last year’s heartaches, the ones I’d erase if only I penciled them in. I ended up building a bridge for unscheduled griefs and leftover letdowns to crossover to and stain my new Peanuts Gang, “Happiness is…” calendar. Continue reading “Wolf Moon, Morning Boon, Grateful Dead Croon – Part I”→
Well, ladies, I survived another full moon and so did you! I barely howled this month, yet I’ve been quite growly lately. This Part-Time Sunshine blogger has been swinging through moods like Tarzan in the jungle. It’s distressing because I cannot pinpoint any true triggers. I mean life is good, so why am I such a JUDY MOODY? I’d like to attribute these irritable, sad, irrational spells on something tangible, realistic, and beyond my control. It’s not me; it’s the moon!