Piano Man #Monday Musical Memories

I liked this song when I was growing up during the 1970’s, but its meaning didn’t become clear until I became an adult. It’s about a man who entertains bar customers by playing the piano and singing.

Well, as part of my job as a music therapist in a nursing home, I did the same sort of thing but not in a bar. In a resident’s room or activity area with no piano, I used my guitar. Like the bar patrons, residents requested songs. If I knew them, I played them. If not, I found and learned them and played and sang them another time.

Now that I write full-time, I still play the guitar or piano and sing at nursing homes and other senior facilities. But thanks to the coronavirus situation, I won’t be doing that anytime soon. But when I do, I still take requests, and if I don’t know the song, I find it, learn it, and sing it the next time I’m there. Unlike the man in the song, I don’t get free drinks, but I often get free cake and ice cream, since most of the time, I’m entertaining during a monthly birthday party.

Now, during this time of social isolation, you probably don’t want to frequent a bar or other establishment that offers musical entertainment. But you can listen to this song and picture yourself in such a situation. Enjoy!

By the way, for the next month, My Ideal Partner and The Red Dress are available on Smashwords as part of its sale to support those isolated as a result of the coronavirus situation. Please click here to visit my Smashwords author page and download these books. As always, thank you for reading.

New! The Red Dress

Copyright July 2019 by DLD Books

Front cover contains: young, dark-haired woman in red dress holding flowers

When Eve went to her high school senior prom, she wore a red dress that her mother had made for her. That night, after dancing with the boy of her dreams, she caught him in the act with her best friend. Months later, Eve, a freshman in college, is bullied into giving the dress to her roommate. After her mother finds out, their relationship is never the same again.

Twenty-five years later, Eve, a bestselling author, is happily married with three children. Although her mother suffers from dementia, she still remembers, and Eve still harbors the guilt for giving the dress away. When she receives a Facebook friend request from her old college roommate and an invitation to her twenty-five-year high school class reunion, then meets her former best friend by chance, she must confront the past in order to face the future.

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Alphabet Soup #Re-blog #Poetry

During this time of change and uncertainty imposed by the coronavirus threat, here’s some poetic comfort food for thought from blogger Carol Farnsworth. I can think of no better comfort food than a bowl of soup. Enjoy!

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By the way, for the next month, My Ideal Partner and The Red Dress are available on Smashwords as part of its sale to support those isolated as a result of the coronavirus situation. Please click here to visit my Smashwords author page and download these books.

New! The Red Dress

Copyright July 2019 by DLD Books

Front cover contains: young, dark-haired woman in red dress holding flowers

When Eve went to her high school senior prom, she wore a red dress that her mother had made for her. That night, after dancing with the boy of her dreams, she caught him in the act with her best friend. Months later, Eve, a freshman in college, is bullied into giving the dress to her roommate. After her mother finds out, their relationship is never the same again.

Twenty-five years later, Eve, a bestselling author, is happily married with three children. Although her mother suffers from dementia, she still remembers, and Eve still harbors the guilt for giving the dress away. When she receives a Facebook friend request from her old college roommate and an invitation to her twenty-five-year high school class reunion, then meets her former best friend by chance, she must confront the past in order to face the future.

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Sneak peek from Abbie Johnson Taylor

I’ve updated my poetry sample page on my website and posted the link to a Facebook event in which I’ll be participating this weekend. Blogger Patty Fletcher, who is hosting the event, has posted the link to the event on her blog and invites everyone to visit and attend if you can.

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Abbie and I would like to invite you to click on over, join our event, and see her poem.

Thanks and have a great day.www.facebook.com/events/120953595925268/permalink/121572409196720/

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My Views

I rarely get political here, but I can’t resist sharing this. If you still support President Trump in the wake of his possible removal from office, here’s something to ponder. Donald Trump doesn’t care about you. He doesn’t care about me. Donald Trump only cares about Donald Trump. You, no doubt, are a better person.

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I know a lot of people avoid topics of religion and politics on their blogs. I use to. I don’t anymore. When Donald Trump became “president”, it stopped being about politics and became about attitude, behavior and beliefs.

I started doing research on Donald Trump in 2010, long before he decided to run for president the first time, in 2012. I didn’t much care for what I saw, but I was intrigued. At that time he seemed almost rational, but in a very sleazy way.

The more I learned about him, the less I liked. But I never thought he ever had a chance of winning the election. In retrospect, I don’t think he did win. He rigged instead. And based on the research I’ve done on his life, this is nothing new for him. He hates to fail and will stack the deck anyway he can to always win…

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#Poetryreadathon #Bookreview – Meet author and poet Abbie Johnson Taylor

Thanks to Robbie Cheadle​ for reviewing my poetry collection on her blog and providing excerpts. Check this out.

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Today, I am delighted to welcome Abbie Johnson Taylor to Robbie’s Inspiration. I met Abbie through her contribution to an author collaboration called Understanding, edited by Stevie Turner and became interested in her story and her writing as a result. You can read my review of Understanding on Amazon US here: Review Understanding

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Thank you, Robbie, for allowing me to be a part of your PoetryReadathon this month. “The Day My Husband Had a Stroke” details that fateful day when my late husband Bill suffered the first of two strokes that partially paralyzed his left side. This happened three months after we were married, and he was never able to walk again as a result.

I was inspired to write the poem one day while attending a regular meeting of my monthly poetry group. We were given a similar poem to use as a prompt. I…

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A Holiday, Family Recipe: Homemade Pasta

Tis the season to be eating. I love pasta but don’t like to cook that much. So, I hope you can enjoy Alice’s homemade pasta recipe. Please feel free to share your own family food traditions, either here or on Alice’s blog. Happy eating.

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A Holiday Recipe for a Festive Wordwalk

by Alice Jane-Marie Massa

For our Christmas dinner, always for Thanksgiving, frequently for Easter, and at other special occasions–my mother made her own pasta–“noodles.”  from a young age, I helped with some of the steps of her recipe.  In the earlier decades of my mother’s homemade pasta, she used only a roller-type dough cutter:  unlike a pizza cutter, this handheld device made eight or ten cuts into the dough at one time.  Much later, in December of 1977, I purchased as a gift for my mother a non-electric appliance for rolling out and then cutting into strips the pasta dough.  This well-used and much-appreciated appliance was in my mother’s Indiana kitchen until she moved to Colorado, early in 1998, after the passing of my dad on December 1, 1997.  Since that time, my sister and her younger son took over the pasta-making…

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