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June is always a very interesting month. It’s the month of my birth, but I’m not a big fan of celebrating my own birthday. I’ll be there in a minute to celebrate someone else’s, but mine has always been more of a time for introspection…to evaluate how life is going…propose changes to myself. It’s akin to how people feel about the New Year.

The definition of June is a pretty simple one: “The 6th month of the year, usually the first month of Summer in the Northern Hemisphere.”

It’s also the mid-point of the year. That time where you either comment on the speed at which January to June sped by or you hope that the rest of your year is better than the first half.

June is a rest stop on the road of life, where we pull off to the side of the road for a moment to assess and regroup. We smell the flowers, kick the tires, open up the windows and stay up too late because the days get longer.

June makes me smile. Even when everything is going crazy in the world, June will wink at me to calm me down.

My hope is that everyone has a month that brings comfort and is there for them. 🙂

“Spring being a tough act to follow, God created June.”  -Al Bernstein



The Merry, Merry Month of May

I was strolling through the park one day, in the merry, merry month of May. This is a line from a very old Irish folk song, called “The Fountain in the Park.” My grandmother used to sing all kinds of interesting songs. When I’m old and gray I’d like to teach them to my grandchildren. Well, I’d like to teach them to my grandchildren- the “old and gray” ship may have already sailed.

Her songs still bring a smile to my face. There was “How Much is That Doggie in the Window?” “Does your bubblegum lose its flavor on the bedpost overnight?” “I’ve got a hot-rod Ford and a two-dollar bill…” “In your Easter Bonnet…” (If any of you know those songs, please let me know that I’m not alone. 🙂 )

May was a pretty good month. I spent time with family and friends and started to fall into more of a rhythm with my new job.

The only thing that really suffered was my writing. I definitely took a break in May. Didn’t plan a break- or search one out, but had one, nonetheless.

Thinking about that song was a great way to make it through the month.

My grandmother did not have the easiest life, by any stretch. But, what a beautiful thing that amid the pain and difficulties- she took the time to sing.

It wasn’t until I got older that I realized just how strong and amazing she was. And not because she persevered through battles. There must have been times she became exhausted under the strain…questioned her resolve.

But, because- through it all…she sang. What a beautiful example. Thank you Grammy.