Music, Coffee, and Family
New artist I discovered
Gregory Porter - I don’t even know what rabbit hole I was down when I came across this Sting tribute.
I loved his performance and I loved watching Sting’s reactions.
After finding a few more videos of Gregory singing, I noticed he always wore a certain hat. My curiosity had to know. It seems it accidentally became his signature look after having skin surgery.
I will be adding him to my long list of people to learn more about. For now, he’s on the playlist.
Made me laugh, validated my love for coffee, and gave me a new word to use!
*click to watch Jerry Seinfeld talk about it on Jimmy Fallon
BUT…. I do love a great tea.
Just the three of us….
I am the luckiest sister in the world
I spent Thanksgiving with my brothers. Anytime we spend a holiday together, I cherish it.
The two of them grew up together (with our maternal grandfather) and I lived about an hour away with another family, which means we did not spend holidays together.
This all changed in 2015 when I decided to take a stance and tell my adoptive mother that I would be spending Christmas with my brothers (biological family). I still stopped by to visit her before I left town. I expected her to be upset but she told me she was happy I got to spend Christmas with them. That turned out to be my last Christmas with her. She died less than two months later (February 4, 2016).
*I’ve re-read that last paragraph several times while sitting in this coffee shop - thinking about how that all went down - even my brothers just knew she was going to be mad but she wasn’t. As many questions as I tend to ask, I did not think to ask her what was different this time.
I also met a nephew I had never met before on this trip. We had a beautiful visit.
I don’t think my brothers realize just how much it means to me when they are sharing stories about growing up. I love hearing all the details and everything that I feel like I missed out on. They fill in the gaps for me and I love them for it.
My wisdom and spirituality tells me that my childhood was just what it needed to be in order for me to become the woman I am. But curious me, still wishes some things were different or at least a whole lot of questions answered. Ya know!?!?
*Our grandfather raised them. The only reason he allowed me to live with the other family is because I was a girl and he said he didn’t know what to do with a girl. My adoptive mom would take me to visit them from time to time during my childhood but that eventually stopped happening.
I talk to my brothers almost every day. We always say that we are closer than a lot of siblings who grew up in the same home. Our relationship is probably stronger and even more loving because of our paths.
We made more memories and they shared more stories with me this Thanksgiving. We are forever Carolyn’s Three, Taylor Gang Gang, and TaylorMade.
*We are a year apart and I am the youngest (BabySis). The one in the sunglasses in the oldest.
Again I say, LUCKIEST SISTER IN THE WORLD!
That’s it for now!
Thanks so much for being here.
Hugs, Love, and Gratitude Y’all!
Sally Mc
p.s. I left the first coffee shop and came to a second spot. Before sitting down to do final tweaks and hit send, I ordered another coffee (decaf). The barista greeted the lady behind me - ‘hi Ms. Betty’. I whipped my head around to see her - I couldn’t even say hi. My adoptive mom’s name, Betty.
Ooh that Porter!
That’s an awesome way to spend the holidays, with family.