My Secret Confession
I have to admit it...I can't keep quiet about it anymore.
It's something I must admit in order to get help. The first step is admitting it, right?
I'm addicted to Kentucky bluegrass music. Me. The semi-urban Jerseyite girl raised in Yankee land. I am listening to "Blue Moon of Kentucky" as I write this. Then there's "Rocky Top." Gimme the banjo, a hot, smoking fiddle and guitar and a chorus of Southern voices raised in harmony, and I'm a happy camper.
I can hear my mother now in heaven. "WTH?"
In other news, Haiti is a mess, again. Sigh. My friend C, who is living there now, emailed me. They're shooting each other again in neighborhoods, children getting caught in the crossfire. Sigh...
Haiti, I love you, but sometimes, you break my heart.