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My friend, Laurie Beechman, performed at President Clinton's inauguration. Event hough she was gravely ill, her courage and love of her art, got her through this incredible performance.

The Sleeping Masses-Only You (Become Everything) youtu.be/FbYClIsqee8?si=97Xx… via @YouTube

The Rolling Stones - Waiting On A Friend - OFFICIAL PROMO youtu.be/MKLVmBOOqVU?si=r3TK… via @YouTube

Patrick Muldoon/Concerts From My Living Room "Lazy Jane" Th youtu.be/d8m-qcyLKgQ?si=Irez… via @YouTube Patroon be patrooning @thequietseason

chef's kiss

Multiple sclerosis grief is real. It's okay if you go through the five stages of grief again and again on repeat - denial, bargaining, anger, depression, and acceptance. You've lost your health, and it's normal to be devastated by that.

I'm so damn tired

The sky announced the sun on a day when the sun’s arrival was enough. The clouds curtseyed, then fell away. Dogwood branches swayed as if stirred by divine provocation. The poppies pondered providence, afternoon light, and alliteration. Lovers and children devoted their hours to the wind and newly sprung gardens. Coins were tossed into fountains given over to wishes, on a day so bright it seemed every desire might be fulfilled. All day long, the sun lingered like a love sick suitor, hesitant to say goodbye to the blushing sky. But even the sun must learn you cannot roll back the hours or the day’s resolve to fade into night. All you can do is abide the darkness and await the promise of another spring struck, soulful blue day. — Tosha Michelle #poem

Shining with pride 🌈 The Ben Franklin Bridge will be aglow in rainbow colors the next several nights in celebration of Pride Month, honoring love, diversity and inclusion across our region.

“The first half of life is devoted to forming a healthy ego, the second half is going inward and letting go of it.” - Carl Jung

Strike a Match Maybe someday we will have written about humanity and grace so often so completely that the paper we scribble on will catch fire. It will burn down the forest of hate that grows in casket closed minds, erasing words like racism, hatred, bigotry. The fire will do what fires do best cleanse. Purify. Make room for something new. Strike a match with your pen. Let us try, at least, to direct the language toward love. Let us keep lifting the adjectives, higher and higher. Trust the verbs to lead us, to guide us like a pin of light toward the fire. And maybe, as the trees come undone, leaves igniting, branches bursting with truth, charity and clarity will rise. They will stir beneath the skin. Love will rise too, tapping deep, opening eyes, cleaning tongues in the dialect of compassion. Hope slipping into the core porous, vast, looking out in every direction until it lives inside the sky, the rocks, the moon, lacing the night and hearts with promise. The rainy season finally over. Until then, let your pen sway against the dark waves. Push your boat against the current. Light the candle wick. Kiss it with fervor. Give flame to the wind and the waves. -Tosha Michelle #poem #poetry

"A beautiful soul is never forgotten, just remembered with great love." — Anonymous

Your ChitaChataChickas will ways believe, 3rd one

"So come with me, where dreams are born, and time is never planned. Just think of happy things, and your heart will fly on wings, forever, in Never Never Land!” ― J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan

Name a better Fleetwood Mac song!

Listen to "The Chicks welcome their RAD friend, Patrick Muldoon" by Jane via #spreaker spreaker.com/episode/the-chi…

Over the years Patrick became our third chick and friend. We’re heartbroken he’s gone, but also incredibly grateful. Not everyone gets to say they had multiple moments of genuine connection with someone as “rad” and as lovely as him. Rest easy, Pat. We will miss you.

@chitchatchicks podcast had the pleasure of speaking with the intriguing & talented actor #UdoKier, along with #BillyDrago, #NormanReedus & #PaulSampson. I just learned of the passing of Udo, today. It was an honor to know him. May his memory be a blessing.