Saturday Night Serenade–Happy New Year!

It’s been a weird year.  And I mean, no matter your politics, no matter your generation or your gender, it’s been weird.  In some ways, I’m glad it’s coming to an end.  The only thing is, what could 2018 possibly bring?  It’s scary as hell.

Growing up in the 70s, I heard people talking about the generation gap.  I can remember being out and about, seeing ‘hippy-dippies,’ as my dad would call them.  With their long hair, bell-bottom jeans, and endorsement of ‘free love,’ they just seemed to experience life in a different way from my straight-laced, clean-cut parents.

These days, glaring differences abound between folks of my generation and the new one.  Let’s be honest.  Millennials can be fucking annoying, with their tiny homes and their organic beetroot lattes.  I know.  I raised two of them.  Nevermind that Mr. R and I recently got on the kombucha wagon.  That’s a story for another day.

But what I love about millennials is their gleefully optimistic dedication to the idea that anything is possible.  This year, I want to embrace that belief.  Because they’re right.

I’m not saying that I can suddenly become Joan Jett if I just believe hard enough.  The kids aren’t saying that, either.  What they’re saying is that it’s possible to make the world a better place.  And we start with the person staring back at us from the mirror in the gender-neutral restroom of the organic farm co-op.

Tonight’s song, This is the New Year by A Great Big World, embodies the exuberance I want to carry into 2018.  A better world isn’t going to trickle down from on high.  It starts with me.  And you.

So what will we do?  Let’s start by hugging those we love, and branching out from there.  Mr. R and I lift our glasses in a toast to a better world in 2018.  Happy Saturday night!

“This Is The New Year”

Another year you made a promise
Another chance to turn it all around
And do not save this for tomorrow
Embrace the past and you can live for nowAnd I will give the world to you

Speak louder than the words before you
And give them meaning no one else has found
The role we play is so important
We are the voices of the underground

And I would give the world to you

Say everything you’ve always wanted
Be not afraid of who you really are
Cause in the end we have each other
And that’s at least one thing worth living for

And I would give the world to you

A million suns that shine upon me
A million eyes you are the brightest blue
Lets tear the walls down that divide us
And build a statue strong enough for two

I pass it back to you
And I will wait for you
Cause I would give the world
And I would give the world
And I would give the world to you

This is the new year
A new beginning
You made a promise
You are the brightest
We are the voices

This is the new year
We are the voices
This is the new year


Saturday Night Serenade–Looking Back

New years eve celebration background with champagne

It’s been a week, hasn’t it?  You get to the point where, when you see a celebrity trending on social media, you feel like you just don’t want to know any more.  For me, it seems like 2016 has been unusually cruel, especially right here at the end.

This year, we’ve lost so many iconic dreamers, artists, and poets.  Is is just that we’re getting older, is that it?  I don’t know.  But I’m not feeling all that festive this New Year’s Eve.  I mean, the year’s been rough, and we’re staring down the barrel of a world where an ignorant orange troll effectively unravels decades of careful diplomacy, 140 characters at a time.  I don’t know anymore.

But I wanted to remember a small sample of those we’ve lost:

  • David Bowie
  • Alan Rickman
  • Glen Frey
  • Abe Vigoda
  • Harper Lee
  • Garry Shandling
  • Doris Roberts
  • Prince
  • Patty Duke
  • Muhammad Ali
  • Elie Wiesel
  • Garry Marshall
  • Gene Wilder
  • Arnold Palmer
  • Leonard Cohen
  • Leon Russell
  • Florence Henderson
  • John Glenn
  • Alan Thicke
  • George Michael
  • Carrie Fisher
  • Debbie Reynolds

I don’t mean to be a downer, but I think, on a night like tonight, as we, with cautious optimism, welcome in the New Year, we need a little Sweet Baby James.

Here’s wishing you an amazing, joyful, safe, blessed, and prosperous New Year!   ❤

Happy Saturday night!

Saturday Night Serenade–Daydream Believer

Happy 2016, everyone!  Do you remember those days when you couldn’t imagine beyond the year 2000?  Maybe it’s just me.

There has been a lot of talk about New Year resolutions.  I’m not much for them, not really.  They’re always the same every year: lose weight, exercise more, eat healthier.  All of which I need to do.

This year, I think I’d rather have a few attainable goals instead.  I want to publish a few more books.  I have two for sale, one on pre-order now, and I’m currently editing the one that comes next.  That would have been unimaginable two years ago.  I want to be kinder to people.  I want to be aware of my blessings and appreciate them.

Mr. R. is happy to have his new job, but he’s been thinking about starting his own business.  Isn’t it everyone’s fantasy to stop working for the man and work for yourself instead?

We started a new Netflix obsession last night.  Because we liked Narcos, the Netflix gods thought we’d like Bloodline.  It’s a drama about a (dysfunctional) family running an inn in the Keys.

Thus began our newest daydream:  Toss caution to the wind and open an inn in the Keys.  Although it’s improbable, we’re nothing if not daydream believers.

Tonight’s first video is Daydream Believer performed by the Monkees on their show.  While you’re watching, tell me Axl Rose didn’t steal his sideways shimmy from Davy Jones.

But I couldn’t resist the second video.  It’s from an appearance in 2011, just a year before Davy died.  The video is poor quality, a bootleg from a concert, but it captures the joy that was Davy Jones, a fellow daydream believer.

Happy Saturday night!

Happy New Year!

happy new year beach 2The old year washes away as the New Year rolls in.  2015 was an eventful year for us.  I can scroll back over the posts from the past year and see something of a time capsule.

  • My baby got married and moved nearly 1,600 miles away.
  • We started taking better care of ourselves due to Mr. R.’s health scare in May.  And yes, even I’m working out and eating ‘vetch-tables’ now.
  • Mr. R. was unceremoniously dropped by his company of over 14 years.
  • He accepted the same position with a better company a couple of months later.
  • I published two books.

We remain grateful for all our blessings and look forward optimistically to all that 2016 will bring.  There will be more books published, the next one  in February.  Mr. R. will continue to grow his professional skill set as different responsibilities are added to his repertoire.  I will continue to work out and maintain an uneasy alliance with ‘vetch-tables’.

And we’ll continue to meet every challenge together, as each other’s best advocate and biggest fan.

Happy New Year!

Welcome To 2015


We’ve observed the passing of one year into the next.

Some of us are happy to see the old year go, taking with it its woes and baggage. Some of us are apprehensive about the new year…what will it bring, what will it demand of us?

But I think this thought sums up my wishes for the New Year. It’s a do-over really, an opportunity to do better what we didn’t knock out of the park last year. I love the part about making some art and surprising yourself. If you’re on WP, you’re a creative soul. How about, as we create this year, we step out of our comfort zones and surprise ourselves? That’s when the magic happens.

Happy New Year, y’all.