Not what you thought I was going to say, was it? I’ve accepted a challenge for today to tell the story of my life in six songs. So not easy. I scrutinized my Pandora station, imploring a higher authority to lay the six songs out for me.
We got the chance to toss in a seventh song to encapsulate it all. This was the toughest choice by far. What would your seventh song be? Please tell me, in your comments here on the CD. And if you venture there, please let me know what you think of my list.
That was the only help the poor boy’s mom offered as Grace held her son’s left cheek to the carpet during a friendly playgroup skirmish. It was more sport than conflict, but when your face becomes one with the rug, there is win and there is lose. And other parental verbs.