Thank you, parents (Mom, rip) for bringing me into this world. I love waking up in the morning (yes, I’m sleeping again) and thanking folks for the life I live.
I love my parents, our families, friends. I love the trees, flowers, birds. I love everything about my husband, cooking for him all but his iPhone alarm.
Walking the dog even in the middle of the night. Seeing the floats in the pool across the way and the sailboats on Lake Michigan. Reading a cookbook and having new friends over to dinner.
Making my own olives with seasonings and olive oil. Reading a spy novel in bed. Watching Top Chef Masters. Wanting an old-fashioned bicycle with a basket in front with a big plastic flower.
Maybe a bell, too. I want to go see the only grandmother I’ve ever known, my husband’s Nanny, and give her a great big hug on her 86th birthday.
I have a hammer and I have a bell, and I have a song to sing all over this land. Justice, freedom and love between my brothers and my sisters.
Thanks to my brothers and sisters from several families (you know who you are) and friends everywhere. Much love, Dee
Cooking with Dee 
Thanks PPM, your CD helped me drive a long way and may even get me back to my guitar. Puff, The Magic Dragon was one of the first songs I learned a couple of years ago.