"Breakeven" - The Script I have to get cheesy on you again, Dear Blog. I have to. A dream started it. A show ended it. And I'm feeling a little jittery over it. An image came to mind last night. A man stood in the center of the room where everyone can see. That same man knelt down on one knee. Some had their cameras out because they knew what was about to happen. And there in the palm of his hand sat a tiny, velvet box. So there I am sitting in front of my TV, watching a show I couldn't stomach for years when out walks Chris Medina. An unlikely candidate with curly hair and a flannel shirt. A video clip starts to play to tell his story. The image matched what I just saw in my head the night before: A man kneeling before a woman with a tiny, velvet box in his hand. Oh, America Idol you caught my attention by surprise tonight. For the first time since Season 1, I'm intrigued and I have to say I'm rooting for this ordinary guy from Chicago with a big heart. Plea...
A song pops up in my head in bed, carrying with it a memory that may not always be described in words. So the music in it of itself allows me to tell my stories. This is my writer's pen. This is my '3' and my 'M'. This is my passion in life; my blog; my light and though it may occasionally lose its shine, it will never completely leave me in the dark.