My mother (and Uncle Jack) grew up listening to The Beatles. My Uncle became a drummer in a band called Lil Elmo and the Cosmos and my mama…well, she still loves to listen to the music, despite not being able to play an instrument and she somehow passed the boy band love on to me. Yes, yes, they played instruments, wrote lyrics that changed music forever, and didn’t have all that choreography, but ultimately they were a boy band. Shaggy hair, cute, well-dressed….and there ain’t anything wrong with that!

Tonight, I’m taking Mom to see her favorite Beatle at Dodger Stadium.  And as we’d all like to think, Paul and John wrote this one just for her…

By Joy

I'm 42, a remarried mom of an 8 year old girl and a toddler son, a teacher, and a writer. People tell me I tend to be brutally honest and ...tell it like it is, so I had hoped to use this outlet to keep me sane while I got used to my new life as a stay-at-home Mom back when I was home with my daughter....it worked. And it's been therapeutic through the end of a marriage and the emergence of me...


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