Heatwave

Whenever I'm with himSomethin' insideStarts to burnin'And I'm filled with desireCould it be a devil in me?Or is this the way love's supposed to be?It's like a heatwave    -- Lyrics: (Love is Like a) Heatwave by Martha Reeves and the Vandellas Heatwave is on repeat in my brain since I woke up. I fired … Continue reading Heatwave

Times change

Half-past, quarter-till, five-of. These time-telling conventions I grew up with left the lexicon before my kids were born. But that never stopped me from using them: Me: “I’ll pick you up at the tennis court at half-past.”Sophie: “Half-past??!” Me: “C’mon Eli, I want to get there by 6:00. It’s already five-of.”Eli: “Five-what??!” Me: “We’re meeting … Continue reading Times change