In the midst Waiting Yes, I love you, but I’m not in Love. Who gets to park in the garage? The answer should have been my wake up call years ago. Music is the language of love….and pain, and anger, and joy, and memories Share this:Share Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Like Loading...
Bursting Out 