typically, i'm sick of being tired.
today, i'm tired of being sick.
three half-written posts will be forthcoming
once one full-on cold ceases to be ongoing.
but meanwhile, a shadow of sadness overlays my illness.
whitney houston dead @ 48yo.
god gave her an amazing & unique gift,
& she squandered it on an abusive man & an addictive lifestyle.
my husband & i spent our time at the breakfast table this morning
explaining to teen girl & big boy what was so special about ms. houston.
[because, honestly, she fell off her rising star about 15 years ago,
before either of our kids were born.]
here's an excellent example — whitney singing the national anthem
at the 1991 super bowl, at essentially the peak of her career.
if you're like me, you'll watch it in awe,
then say a little prayer that whitney houston
has found her true voice again among the angels.