The Worst Day of My Life

(or How I Lost My Family)

If I’m going to let you into my garden, I guess I should tell you why I had to close it off in the first place.

It wasn’t always this way.  I used to have a lot to say.  In fact, once upon a time, I talked so much and so loudly that my parents thought it was funny (not to mention shaming) to call me the “Mouth of the South.”

That label, in and of itself, probably shut me up.  And in time, I started to realize that I was different from my family.  I share an uncanny physical resemblance to my family of origin, but that’s where the similarities and connections end.

So at some point I just stopped talking.  No one was listening anyways.  No one understood me.

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Welcome to the unSecret Garden

When I was a junior in high school, I was obsessed with the soundtrack from the musical The Secret Garden.  As my boarding school roommate will attest, I listened to that CD over and over and over again.  Even now, all these years later, she still vividly recalls my audible obsession.

How embarrassing.

I’m not sure that the score or the lyrics are particularly brilliant (despite being nominated for a Tony award for Best Original Score), and I’m not even much of a fan of the book.  But there was something about the music and words that moved me then, and have stayed with me into adulthood.  I often catch myself humming a song and getting a particular chorus stuck in my head. Continue reading “Welcome to the unSecret Garden”