Dreams die, or seem to die, because that’s what dreams do. Does anyone remember the dream they had last night better than the dreams they had as kids? When a dream is memorable as an adult, which way do they go: nightmare, or comfort? I lean toward the anxious side.
CYLVIA HAYES MOTHER SAYS…?
From Dr. Hook To Dr. K. Cylvia Hayes Sings The Song. Like any responsible blogger I read the news. Online, cable, paper delivery. That’s being responsible. Call it part of a dying baby boomer culture but a newspaper makes real things more real. It can’t get more real than the front page of the Oregonian’s […]