Storage Room

I am now old enough to have some parts of my life stored away in pretty little packages, gathering dust on basement shelves.

Someone took a package down and asked me to open it yesterday.

As pleased as I am to have someone remember this old me, I don't think I'm interested in having her back.

Which is actually kind of cool.


I was asked to sing for a Christmas gala - O Holy Night. Apparently someone recalled "She could bring tears to the eyes with her voice" (in a good way I think they meant) and wanted to hear me once again. I haven't sung in almost five years. It was nice to be remembered.