Thanks for the reading homework. I've noticed my life becoming more distilled as I look toward retirement from the workforce. I'll be able to focus on music and songwriting.
Love reading that about hearing your Momma’s voice, reaching out through the sunshine. I remember you writing recently about the older we get the more we hear our parents. It’s true. Know that both of your parents are very proud of you Allison. Your mom & dad gave you a beautiful brain, kind heart, the ability to sing & write songs, natural physical beauty and a big sister who loves you dearly.
Hi Allison, I'm slightly ahead of you, age-wise. For me, life does get more distilled— not necessarily easier, but definitely less complex. I find it especially true for women at this stage. So much is happening as we evolve into that mature oak tree, more sure of itself than ever. And our mothers who have passed on are most definitely more and more accessible in a sort of palpable merging that brings a sense of assurance. I hope your birthday is truly enjoyable!
Aging is full of surprises. For me, at 72, a crucial one is the peace that I experience now, which permeates more than I ever knew when I was younger. Also, I am grateful for living through events and eras because of the serendipity of time — 1) As a boy growing up in Queens, NY, I fully absorbed the enchantment of the 1969 NY Mets - AND - I struck musical awareness just in time to soak in the all too brief transformative trajectory of the Beatles. Both of those experiences are still fixed in my soul.
Thank you for today's mantra. Yes, it shall all be well.
I lost my Dad in February, my bird dog Bleu Radley in March, my friend and longtime farrier in May and my best friend of nearly 50 years a week later. As my beloved noted, I picked a bad year to quit drinking.
Feel those hard losses in your words. I’m sorry. So many hearts you get to love every day. Possibly more than some folks have here on earth. You must have horses. I hear they have remarkable healing abilities. Peace & ❤️ to you.
Allison, you do good by sharing your gift of a beautiful voice with the world. Not going into details but I learned along the way that what we do as musicians really does mean something in the world.
Happy Birthday, Allison. May you enjoy all the fun that comes with celebrating it. So many good things to come. Life is full of growing and discovery. Thanks for being you.
A number of relatives passed from cancer fairly young (uncle at 60, Oma at 62), and that's not that far ahead of me. I try to do what I can to avoid tempting fate.
I thank you for reminding me of my age. We used to wonder how our parents and relatives could forget their age but now my friends and I don’t remember ours. So bizarre. I am a few months behind you. God, what I would do to hear my mom’s voice say my name again. That was a beautiful but teary writing.
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Happy upcoming birthday. I just turned 58.
Thanks for the reading homework. I've noticed my life becoming more distilled as I look toward retirement from the workforce. I'll be able to focus on music and songwriting.
Thank you for the inspiration 🤍
Happy birthday from us geezers who are still kicking.
Love reading that about hearing your Momma’s voice, reaching out through the sunshine. I remember you writing recently about the older we get the more we hear our parents. It’s true. Know that both of your parents are very proud of you Allison. Your mom & dad gave you a beautiful brain, kind heart, the ability to sing & write songs, natural physical beauty and a big sister who loves you dearly.
Celebrate 54 years well done 🌸
Happy 55 Birthday 🎁
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Hi Allison, I'm slightly ahead of you, age-wise. For me, life does get more distilled— not necessarily easier, but definitely less complex. I find it especially true for women at this stage. So much is happening as we evolve into that mature oak tree, more sure of itself than ever. And our mothers who have passed on are most definitely more and more accessible in a sort of palpable merging that brings a sense of assurance. I hope your birthday is truly enjoyable!
Aging is full of surprises. For me, at 72, a crucial one is the peace that I experience now, which permeates more than I ever knew when I was younger. Also, I am grateful for living through events and eras because of the serendipity of time — 1) As a boy growing up in Queens, NY, I fully absorbed the enchantment of the 1969 NY Mets - AND - I struck musical awareness just in time to soak in the all too brief transformative trajectory of the Beatles. Both of those experiences are still fixed in my soul.
Thank you for today's mantra. Yes, it shall all be well.
I lost my Dad in February, my bird dog Bleu Radley in March, my friend and longtime farrier in May and my best friend of nearly 50 years a week later. As my beloved noted, I picked a bad year to quit drinking.
That said, "all manner of things shall be well."
Feel those hard losses in your words. I’m sorry. So many hearts you get to love every day. Possibly more than some folks have here on earth. You must have horses. I hear they have remarkable healing abilities. Peace & ❤️ to you.
Allison, you do good by sharing your gift of a beautiful voice with the world. Not going into details but I learned along the way that what we do as musicians really does mean something in the world.
Happy early bday if I don’t catch you on the flipside …🥂🍾
54 is the new 34 Allison. I hit 75 soon. That makes me 55 right? :)
Happy Birthday, Allison. May you enjoy all the fun that comes with celebrating it. So many good things to come. Life is full of growing and discovery. Thanks for being you.
You are a special light in this world.
A number of relatives passed from cancer fairly young (uncle at 60, Oma at 62), and that's not that far ahead of me. I try to do what I can to avoid tempting fate.
I thank you for reminding me of my age. We used to wonder how our parents and relatives could forget their age but now my friends and I don’t remember ours. So bizarre. I am a few months behind you. God, what I would do to hear my mom’s voice say my name again. That was a beautiful but teary writing.