I can’t get the Diary of Anne Frank out of my mind or soul. Watching rehearsals and feeling the build-up of the PCS Theater production has given me spiritual healing – saying it’s cathartic seems to trivialize what the Director, the cast, and the crew are all about. ‘The Diary of Anne Frank’ rarely knocks… Continue reading The Diary Behind The Diary of Anne Frank
Here’s our picture-perfect joy to the world this holiday season. Ever wonder what’s beyond the greetings? Same with those Hallmark Christmas chick movies. You only have to unwrap one to get to the heart of them all. With a predictable, sappy plot, the girl always gets the guy at the end. Yet, I’ve fallen in… Continue reading Beyond The Greetings: Unwrapping The Heart of Hallmark Christmas Chick Flicks
I started amuse4mama four years ago, at the halfway point of my life, when I turned 50, to take stock without considering how it would impact anyone else. You know when you ask, Do I want my remaining years to be half-empty or half-full? Half full, no doubt! That’s the correct answer! However, the total… Continue reading Happy 4 Year Muse – iversary!
It’s one of my favorite Thanksgiving memories–no gravy stress here! This isn’t about the past; we’re discussing what’s on our plates tomorrow. Let’s do the Hokey Pokey Thanksgiving has arrived! We’ll get there, don’t worry, but first, a word or two about gravy stress. One Friendsgiving, we gathered around the kitchen stove, waiting for the… Continue reading What Thanksgiving Needs: An Attitude Adjustment, Thank You!
Twenty-three years ago. I went to Bolivia filled with youth, health, and an adventurous silver streak in my otherwise brown hair, but I couldn’t appreciate the riches of the Wild West of Bolivia the way my father-in-law (Papito) did. He drew from those riches when we first met at their apartment in Washington, DC. We… Continue reading The Mother Lode Of The Wild West, Bolivia
A Three-Year Reprieve From Cancer & I’m Still Standing It’s my third cancer anniversary, or if we’re going with the BC/AD time stamp (before cancer/after diagnosis), mark your calendars. It’s 3 AD. As they say, hindsight’s 20/20, and in my case, hindsight’s 2020. (That’s the year I got diagnosed). And I just had my last… Continue reading Hindsight’s 2020!
It’s a tall order, but if anyone can tackle this burning question, it must be me. Warning: this muse contains a fire alarm! I went to the premiere of GOLIATH: Life On An Epic Scale (the docuseries on the life of Wilt Chamberlain) and saw part two when they interviewed his former teammates, my Dad… Continue reading Why Wilt Chamberlain Stood Taller Than GOLIATH?
I always thought it was God’s sick joke to be the daughter of my Dad, who played and then coached Sixers Championships, when I couldn’t make a basket unless my eyes were closed. When I was young, I asked my Dad to teach me how to play basketball. He must have been trying to get… Continue reading At 106, Pop Jones Captures The Heart of The City of Brotherly Love
I’ll tell you the point; this motherboard’s fried! (Don’t mind me; I’m just arguing with GrammarlyGO!) I’m so over GrammarlyGO. I write something that makes my stomach flutter (in a good way), which means it’s time to release it into the world, post that sucker, baby! And then I check what GrammarlyGO (AI text generation)… Continue reading Hence The Name A Muse 4 Mama But What’s The Point?
A rhyme can’t hurt anyone, hey! And it’s a reminder, especially for me, to hold our heads up and go into 2023 with high hopes, adventurous spirits, and joy. And, am I one to talk? I ended 2022 posting so rarely that I got into a once-a-month habit of squeaking by. That will not cut… Continue reading May Our 2023 Be Filled With Frivolity!
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