Daughter and mother; Natasha and Angela Savage. Mother’s Day may be an artificial construct but stories about mothers, and about being a mother are as genuine as the blood running through our veins. Here are 14 such stories that interwine parenting, love and music. Martina Medica celebrates her toddlers’ love of music, [...]
I’m fairly sure, though, that you didn’t request the song because of its profound message. No, at the age of ‘not quite two,’ it was just a song you liked, and especially a song you liked to sing.
Mum was a practical woman. She expressed her love through deeds. Tender words and demonstrative affection weren’t her strong suit. Particularly at home.
My daughter takes me to a movie that she’s already seen and thinks I will like. The movie is so-so, but there’s a song in it that I love.
The late flight, the two-hour wait in customs, and 1am arrival still clung to us, but something else clung as well.
“Well, Mr Jukebox,” the elderly man said. “How about I offer you a request?”
Over the years, while my mother’s faith in Christianity declined, her belief in country music only increased.
One song title stands out. One title has me impatient for the CD to get to Track 7.
My Blood holds a special kind of understanding between Kira and I. I have texted her some of the lyrics when she’s been at school some days.
Sometimes salvation can be found in the unlikeliest of songs. I find the one I want in the playlist, the one you call your dancing song, and turn it up loud.