Giving Up The Ghost
It wasn’t when my mother died that my childhood ended; it was when she came back to life. I was nine years old.
It wasn’t when my mother died that my childhood ended; it was when she came back to life. I was nine years old.
For me, the problem is how science is glorified as “discovering” things that have been evident since time immemorial.
I’m inviting YOU to belong at my place for a monthly Community Music Potluck! It’s my version of church.
My old power sentence was sucking the life out of my whole motivation.