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Michigan Weather and Women: Part 2 Dancing, and other forms of sentimentality. Based on a post by CleverGenericName, in 4 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Connected.  As we finished the prep work, I asked Wilma about her day with Mary. "She is a good kid but is carrying a lot of anger and shame. We spent most of the day getting in touch with that anger. It takes some people years before they can express their emotions through art; it took her about five minutes. But we had to take some breaks to clean up the paint splatters afterward before they stained." "Oh shit! Sorry about that. I can pay to replace anything that;" "Nothing to apologize for; I asked her to express how she felt, and she did it in the way that felt right to her." "Well, I appreciate your taking the time. I am just her big brother; I feel so lost when it comes to parenting." "Being a parent doesn't mean that you know any more than anyone else, and it certainly doesn't mean that you know any better. For what it's worth, I think you are doing a fine job with your family. I know that you don't have your parents around to say it, but this old woman is mighty proud of who you are and of how you have stepped up for your brother and sisters. They are very lucky to have you." I turned away so that Wilma wouldn't see me getting choked up. I couldn't remember the last time that someone had said they were proud of me. Soon enough, though, it was dinner time, and Erin came into the kitchen with that same look of amusement on her face. "Sorry to bother the chef, but Lane needs some help that only a big brother can provide." When I gave her a quizzical look, she blushed. "It seems like he is going through puberty, which can pose; some new challenges. When I was assessing his ankle, he; well, indicated his interest in me in a way that can be difficult to hide, particularly while wearing sweatpants. It's natural for his body to react that way at that age, and it's nothing for him to feel badly about, but he was mortified. I think he could use a bit of brotherly guidance and understanding." I went to the living room and saw that Lane was curled up on the couch and looked like he was fighting back tears. "How are you doing, Buddy?" He couldn't even look at me he was so embarrassed. "I am so sorry; I just couldn't help it. I don't know why it started to get bigger, and I wanted it to stop, and it wouldn't and then she saw me, and;" he continued as he fought back a sob. "Can we just go home?" "Erin is a doctor. She knows how the human body works and has seen that kind of thing a hundred times. She isn't mad at you or embarrassed. She just feels bad that you feel so bad. This is just part of getting older and growing up. "Did I ever tell you about what happened in Miss Iron's class when I was a freshman? Miss Iron was a bit of a legend among the male students at our local high school. She was the youngest and prettiest teacher, by far, and even though she always dressed professionally, the clothing style had yet to be invented that could fully conceal her bountiful natural endowment. "Well, I liked Miss Irons a lot. She was one of the few teachers who looked past my difficulty with reading and writing. So, I developed a little crush on her, which was fine until the inevitable; hmm, physical demonstration of my crush; happened in class one day, just before she asked me to collect everyone's quizzes. I tried to delay, I tried to ask a friend to do it instead, but eventually, I had to stand up. It took me until my junior year to live that one down." As Lane listened to my story, he turned to face me and his second-hand embarrassment for me helped to push his embarrassment to the side. "So, what happened?" "Miss Irons was lovely and kind like she always was, but I wanted the floor to open up and swallow me or to get hit by a bolt of lightning. Things would have been fine if she hadn't mentioned what happened to the principal, who called Mom. She didn't find the story funny at all." I hadn't thought of the aftermath when I started telling Lane this particular story, but as they say, might as well put it in four-wheel drive and keep going. "Mom was mad?" "By then, Mom was pretty much always angry. I did my best to keep her away from you and the girls when she got that way, but yeah; she was mad." "Are you mad at me?" "No, Bud, I'm not. In a few years, once your embarrassment has died down a little, I will tease you mercilessly about this because that's what brothers do; and maybe threaten to tell your girlfriend, if you fall behind on your chores or homework. But I will never get mad at you for something that you can't control. And I promise that Erin isn't mad at you either." Just then, Mary poked her head in to tell us that dinner was on the table. "Are you safe now, or do you need a few more minutes." "I'm good. Thanks, Dad." After I helped Lane hobble into the dining room, we got down to the business of eating and teasing each other, but not necessarily in that order. It felt good; almost like what I imagined a real family would feel like. Eventually, the conversation turned to more serious matters, though, and Erin led off the questions. "So, how do you know Gran, and why are you wearing Grampy's favorite sweater? And, for what it's worth, I don't remember him filling it out in quite the way that you do." I blushed a bit as Wilma jumped in. "If Phillip had filled out that sweater like young Davis here, it wouldn't have stayed on him for very long, I can tell you that." "Gran!" Erin exclaimed, laughing while sounding scandalized. "I didn't need that mental image. Heck, none of us needed that mental image." "Oh, don't you worry, Dear. He still filled it out well enough, and it looked equally good on our bedroom floor." We were pretty much all blushing at that point, which I think was Wilma's objective, so I quickly changed the topic. "I am just your mother's plumber. I came out to fix her boiler and then finished the job earlier this week when a couple of parts came in that I needed." Wilma jumped in at that point and added her two cents to my story. "He also brought me my groceries and we had a lovely conversation. He is a real Renaissance gentleman, a rarity these days." Erin looked grateful but concerned. "Did you have enough money to cover the bill, Gran? You know I can help if you need;" I tried to jump in before Wilma could reply. "No need to worry, the bill was paid in full;" "Hogwash," Wilma exclaimed as I tried to finish, turning to Mary before she continued. "Your brother wouldn't let me pay him a cent for the work that he did. Not even for the parts that needed to be replaced! He is a very nice boy but a terrible businessman." I turned to Erin for support. "I figured your Gran has enough going on right now with her health and all. It was the least I could do to help her out." Erin looked at me with a strange expression on her face. I didn't have much experience with women, so I figured I must have made her angry somehow. Most of my interactions with women, including my sisters, seemed to end with them being upset with me for one reason or another, but she didn't sound angry when she spoke. "Thank you, Davis, that was very sweet of you." "Yeah, well; you see, it's just; pass the fish, please." "That still doesn't explain why you're wearing Grampy's favorite sweater. When I was a little girl, I used to curl up in Grampy's lap and snuggle into that sweater as he read to me. He was wearing it when I danced my first dance with him in front of the fireplace. Do you remember that old record player, Gran? You used to bring it out and we would waltz around the living room to Moon River." "I still have that record player here somewhere, let me go see if I can find it." Erin started to protest, but it was too late. "To finish answering your question, Erin, we were here today because your Gran offered to mentor Mary. I tried to politely decline, but your Gran is pretty persistent when she wants to be." "That sounds like Gran. Most of the time when she makes a suggestion, it is really a command." "While we are asking questions, how is Lane's ankle?" "It's pretty badly sprained, and he will need to use crutches to walk for the next couple of weeks. You should bring him to the hospital to get some X-rays done as well, to make sure that he doesn't have any fractures." I could feel myself deflate as she mentioned X-rays. "I'm not trying to be cheap, but are the X-rays absolutely necessary? We don't have the best insurance; we got it through the exchange. I guess it's better than nothing, but the deductible is pretty high, and my other sister, Alison, her college tuition is due soon. But if you say it's important, I will put in some extra hours to make it work." It didn't usually bother me that we were poor. Heck, most everyone we knew, except the McDougals, was poor. But it hit home when you had to tell a beautiful doctor with bright amber eyes that you couldn't afford an X-ray for your little brother unless it was urgent. "Tell you what. I will be working at the hospital in Petoskey tomorrow, so why don't you bring Lane by, and I will take care of him? I will make sure that he gets a pair of loaner crutches for as long as he needs them." "You don't need to do that for us." Erin gave me another one of her looks, this one I was more familiar with; I was pretty sure it was annoyance. "So, just to be clear, you can look after my Gran, fix her boiler for free, and bring her groceries whenever you feel like it, but I can't look after your brother and make sure that his ankle is treated properly?" "Well, when you put it that way, I sound like a bit of a jackass. I'm sorry." "Apology accepted. Come by the hospital at 11 AM tomorrow." Before we could continue, the sound of a 45 playing on an old record player filled the house. You could hear the hisses and pops before Ella Fitzgerald's voice began to sing "Dream a Little Dream of Me." Chapter 3. We got up from the table and followed the music back to the living room. I helped Lane out of his chair while he half-hobbled and half-hopped along beside me. Wilma had set her ancient record player up in the corner beside a stack of old 45s, and she had a faraway look in her eyes as she looked out the picture window toward the lake. "I think it's time for me to ask the prettiest girl in the place to dance," I said, as my eyes swept across the room. "But unfortunately, it's a three-way tie. So, will you do me the honor?" I said as I held out my hand to Wilma. "I haven't danced since Phillip passed. You know, we used to dance together every Friday night. It didn't matter where we were or what we were doing, we would always make time to dance at least one song together, even if the music was only in our heads." "I imagine I will be a pretty poor partner compared to Phillip, but I will try not to step on your toes." Wilma and I ended up dancing a slow foxtrot to "Unforgettable" by Nat King Cole. She smiled at me as we slowly circled the living room. "You're a very good dancer, young man." "Our mother taught me when I was very young." Before she began with the drugs and men, our mother had been a showgirl in New York and then Las Vegas. When she got pregnant with me, she moved back to Mackinaw City and started teaching ballroom dancing at a local studio. By the time I was five, I was her practice partner of choice, and she always insisted that I lead, despite being only half her size. "The man always leads, Darling, that's just the way of the world." I was hardly a man at the time, but I never disagreed with my mother when she was in a good mood, because I knew it could shift in an instant. So, I learned to dance, and I learned to lead. The memories came flooding back as I guided Wilma into a soft over-sway, and she smiled with delight. "Oh my, you do know how to dance!" I couldn't help but smile back. "I can't take all the credit. I think Phillip must have infused this sweater with his fancy footwork." As the song ended, I took a step back and did my best to give Wilma a gracious bow. "It was a pleasure dancing with you, my lady." "The pleasure was all mine, good sir." I turned toward Mary and held out my hand. She hesitated before Wilma declared, "There are no wallflowers in this house." Mary slowly stood but looked anxious as I took her hand. "Davis, I don't know how to dance. Mom was; she was too far gone to teach me by the time I was old enough to learn." "That's okay," I reassured her. "If there is anything that Mom made sure of, it's that I know how to lead. Just relax, and I will guide you through it." Wilma helped Lane, who had taken over as DJ, to choose a slower song so that Mary would feel more comfortable, and I heard the opening bars of "What a Wonderful World" by Louis Armstrong. I started to lead Mary through a slow rumba, and she picked up the steps very quickly. She was a natural. I felt a sudden stab of regret as we moved together across the floor. "I'm sorry. I should have made time to teach you to dance. But the last few years, it has just taken everything I have to keep us;" "It's alright. You've had other things on your mind. And look; you are teaching me how to dance, now." As Mary grew more confident, I guided her through a simple underarm turn, and we ended with a dip, which made her giggle and earned a round of applause from the others. Finally, I turned to Erin, who was sitting on the couch beside Lane. I suddenly felt very shy and, for the first time that evening, she looked nervous as well. "Would you dance with me, Erin?" She didn't reply but stood and took my hand. We waited for a moment while Wilma and Lane chose a new 45 and then listened to the pop and hiss as it started to play. Soon, an alto saxophone introduced the Henri Mancini version of "Moon River," and we started a slow waltz. Although there was space between us, it was bridged by an electric charge that connected and drew us together. Even though I spent most of the dance looking over Erin's shoulder, every detail of her beauty was etched in my memory, and I felt a warm breeze pass between us, raising goosebumps on my skin. We barely noticed the pause as the song ended, and a new one began until Etta James began to sing. At last, my love has come along My lonely days are over And life is like a song The song was in 4/4 time, so I switched to a foxtrot and Erin followed as we glided across the smooth wood of the living room floor. I was so caught up in the moment, and in Erin, that I led her through a turn that transitioned into an over sway, before I stepped backward, allowing her to gently pivot into me. Our eyes met and I was lost in them again. Before we could break the spell, a heavy gust of wind shook the house, and the power flickered out. The room went dark, which sharpened my remaining senses. Suddenly, the warmth of Erin's breath on my neck felt like wildfire across my skin. We were motionless for a three-heartbeat eternity before the lights flickered and came back on. I let go of Erin and felt all of my longing and awkwardness rush back in. "Thank you, Erin. That was;" I couldn't finish; words didn't seem enough to express how I felt. "I should check the breakers and make sure that everything is alright, and then we should go. Why don't I wash these clothes and drop them back for you later." Wilma just smiled and shook her head. "If you like them, please keep them. Otherwise, they will just grow old and musty like me." A little while later, we said our goodbyes, but I promised to bring Lane to the hospital the next morning. Wilma told Mary that she would see her on Wednesday after school and again the next Sunday. I was expecting Mary to protest, but she just gave a meek, "Yes, Wilma." I was nervous when I took Lane to the hospital the next day. The deductible on our insurance was high enough that we paid for pretty much anything less serious than a severed limb out of pocket. Erin, however, was as good as her word. After the X-ray confirmed that there were no breaks or fractures in the bones around his ankle, she re-wrapped it and arranged for a pair of loaner crutches that he could use for as long as he needed them. Before we left, Erin asked me if I wanted to grab a coffee in the cafeteria, to which I readily agreed. I gave my phone to Lane so he could amuse himself while Erin and I talked. "I just wanted to say how much I appreciate what you did for Gran. I do what I can, but I spend half my time at the Children's Hospital down in Grand Rapids right now and I am often on call while I am here. I just don't have the time to give her the help that she needs." "Honestly, it's no big deal. I do a lot of work around Good Hart since the bigger plumbing companies don't like to travel that far, so I don't mind looking in on her while I am there. And she seems to have taken a real interest in Mary, so the least I can do is to bring her some groceries and help around the place a bit." Erin pursed her lips and looked like she had just bitten into a lemon. "The 'least you can do' is more than the rest of our family can be bothered to do put together, so thank you." "I meant to ask you about that. What did your Gran do to end up so isolated from the rest of your family?" "The rest of my family is; there is no nice way to put it, they're snobs. None of them have any interest in spending time 'up north' as they call it, and they can't wait for Gran to move into a retirement home and die so they can get their money and forget about this place. That's why no one comes to visit Gran anymore, even for Thanksgiving; it's part of their campaign to convince her to sell her land to the McDougals. Before you came along, I thought they were going to succeed." "Well, excuse my language, but fuck them. I don't know Wilma that well, but I will do what I can to make sure that she gets to spend her remaining days in the place that she loves." "That's easy to say, but harder to do once the McDougals and their minions start coming by your place, offering you money and making threats unless you back off." "Well, if they do, they will find out what every teacher who ever taught me learned the hard way. I am bad at taking orders and even worse at following instructions. I am not afraid of the McDougal boys." My exclamation brought a smile to Erin's pretty face. I decided that I would be willing to do quite a lot to see that smile on her face again. But there was one thing I still didn't understand. "Why aren't you on board with the rest of your family? You must be under a lot of pressure to abandon your Gran like the rest of them." "My father, Gran's youngest son, Max, died shortly after I was born, and my mother moved the family to California where she remarried into a family that had a little money but a great deal of pretension and ambition. My mother picked up that insatiable need for money and status like it was a virus. "When I was a child, my mother and stepfather spent summers and holidays traveling the world, staying in places where children weren't welcome. Although they wanted nothing to do with Gran and Grampy and their 'vermin-filled shack in the middle of nowhere', they were more than happy to leave me with them while they were away. "They would put me on a plane to Grand Rapids while they jetted off to their spas and their fine dining. Gran and Grampy were the only people who cared for me, and they became my whole world. "When I was 14, I was staying with Gran and Grampy, and I caught a fever that was so bad that I nearly died. It was a pretty grim time. My parents even thought about flying home from Monaco to be with me. They didn't, but it was the only time in my entire childhood that they considered it. But I will always remember how kind the doctors and nurses were to me when I was sick. That's why I became a pediatrician and moved home." "Isn't California home?" "Home is where the people that you love are, and so this will always be my home. Or it will be until Gran passes on, anyway." We sat in silence for a while, sipping our coffee. Before long, it was time for me to go. "This might sound crazy, but since the rest of your family aren't going to be here to celebrate Thanksgiving with your Gran, how about you and I try to give her one more Thanksgiving to remember." Erin brightened at the idea, and the smile returned to her face. "That would be amazing! Why don't I give you my number, and we can figure out how to make it happen!" Chapter 4. For the next few weeks, Mary continued to meet with Wilma on Wednesdays and Sundays. I would often take the opportunity to bring her groceries or other supplies while I dropped Mary off and, if the weather was agreeable, do some fishing. Once he could walk without crutches, Lane came along as well, in quest of another monster steelhead. Unfortunately, all he caught was some yellow perch and rock bass, but it was nice to spend the day with him down on the dock. I saw Erin a few times at Wilma's as we made plans for Thanksgiving. She seemed to particularly enjoy talking with me while I split firewood out by the shed. It was hard work, and I was often drenched with sweat by the time I was done, but she didn't seem to mind. And she worked while we talked, helping to stack the larger pieces and collecting the smaller ones for kindling. The one point of contention in our plan was how Erin would get to Wilma's on Thanksgiving Day. She was slated to work a 12-hour shift the evening before, ending at seven in the morning, and she worried that if she went home to rest, she would sleep through the entire day. Her solution was to drive out to Wilma's after her shift and catch a few hours of sleep when she got there. I thought that driving that far after working all night seemed like a terrible idea, so I offered to give her a ride instead. She did not like that one bit. "I don't want you to make an extra trip when I am perfectly capable of driving myself." It sounded like she was digging in for a fight, so I tried a different tactic to convince her. "I need to stop at the hospital anyway, to return Lane's crutches. I can kill two birds with one stone and pick you up at the same time." She didn't buy that rationale either so, reluctantly, I resorted to the truth. "I am sure you're a great driver, but if you drive yourself, I will be up that morning anyway, worrying that you are safe. I know it doesn't make sense, but I have been looking after my siblings for so long its second nature for me to worry, and I can't seem to turn it off. So please, let me pick you up. But for me, not for you. And do you know how rarely I get to be gallant these days? I will feel like your knight in shining armor." That finally got a laugh from Erin. "Alright, you win. Why don't you pick me up at 7:15 at the hospital? You can sweep me up onto your trusty steed and carry me away to Gran's house." "If by trusty steed you mean rusty old GMC truck, then it's a deal." The morning of Thanksgiving dawned chilly and gray, with a cold wind blowing in off the lake. I was up early to make sure that I made it to the hospital on time, and I was listening to the local AM country station as I drove when the DJ started his break. "A happy Thanksgiving to all our listeners. If you're on the roads today, be aware that there is a severe weather warning in effect for the area north of Cadillac and into the upper peninsula. We're expecting a combination of high winds and lake-effect snow to make driving hazardous, and you should be prepared for possible power interruptions and outages." I was relieved that Erin had agreed to let me pick her up and that I had invested in good snow tires for my pickup. The snow had already started by the time I reached the hospital, and I pulled my jacket tightly around me as I went inside. I dropped Lane's crutches with the duty nurse and waited for several minutes before Erin arrived. She looked exhausted, and the gentle smile that I loved was nowhere in evidence. "Hey, Erin. Are you okay?" "I'm fine. I just had a long shift, but I am ready to head out." She came up to me and gave me a hesitant look. "Actually, I could really use a hug if that's alright." Without a word, I wrapped my arms around her, and she buried her face in my sweater. Hidden from the world by the folds of my jacket, I felt her body start to shake. The tremors lasted for a minute before they gentled and then finally stopped. I looked out the window at the falling snow to give her a moment to compose herself. "Let's head to Gran's house. This weather isn't going to get better any time soon." With that, we got in my truck and started the drive up to Good Hart. Erin sat in silence and looked out the window. "If you want to talk, I probably can't help with doctor problems; but I am a good listener." It took Erin a minute before she opened up. "Most of the time, I love being a pediatrician. Kids come to me scared and in pain, and I help them to get better. But sometimes, it's just too much. Around midnight last night, an ambulance brought in a mother and daughter. Her boyfriend had been drinking; and he got violent. The little girl tried to protect her mother and; and; "It's one thing to treat a grown woman, you know. I mean it's still pretty bad, but; that little girl. Fuck. One thing I've learned from this job is that monsters are real." I wanted to give Erin another hug, but since I was driving, I just reached over to take her hand. "I'm sorry." My words seemed so incredibly inadequate; considering what she had just dealt with; but she squeezed my hand. "Thanks for listening." We drove on in silence, and by the time we pulled into Wilma's laneway, Erin was gently snoring with her head against the window. I stopped as close as I could to the house before lifting her out of the cab. She tucked her head into my shoulder, and I carried her inside, where Wilma was already busy in the kitchen. She came out to greet us, and I spoke to her in a low voice. "Erin had a very tough night. I think some rest will do her a world of good." Wilma helped Erin out of her boots and coat and then showed us through to the guest bedroom, where I laid Erin on the bed. The room was filled with pictures of Erin from when she was younger; standing on the dock with an older but handsome man who I guessed must be Phillip, curled up in a ball on the sofa, book in hand, and smiling in her cap and gown as she graduated. In each picture, I could see hints of the beautiful woman she would become. By the time I returned with the rest of my family, the storm had begun to pick up. Snow drifts were accumulating against the house and shed, so we brought everything with us into the house that we might need for the evening. It took some convincing, but Sharon and I took over in the kitchen while Wilma, Alison, Mary, and Lane started a game of Scrabble in the living room. Once the preparations were well underway, I laid in as much wood for the fireplace as I could. With the high winds and heavy snow, I was worried that we might lose power, and I wanted to make sure that we prepared, just in case. The radiators and boiler would provide almost no heat if there was a prolonged power outage, but the fireplace had a high-efficiency insert that would keep the house warm, as long as we built up a good bed of coals. Lane insisted on helping me with the firewood, and after a half dozen trips to the woodshed and back, we both looked like live-action versions of the abominable snowman. Wilma showed some sympathy for our plight, while our sisters had a good-natured laugh at our expense. By the early afternoon, dinner was almost ready, and Wilma sent me to wake Erin. She had barely moved since I had tucked her in and seemed so peaceful in her sleep. I leaned over and spoke softly to her until she opened her eyes. After a moment of confusion, she broke into a shy smile. "I guess we made it to Gran's." "That we did, we got here close to six hours ago." Her eyes flew open, and she tried to get up until I reassured her. "We've got things under control. Dinner will be ready in about twenty minutes. Take your time; and maybe give yourself a few minutes for that pillow line on your cheek to fade." I turned to leave, so she could have some privacy, but she reached out and took my hand. "I just wanted to say thank you again for earlier. I am not used to having someone I can talk to; someone I can trust. It's only been Gran and Grampy, and me for so long, and I didn't want to burden them. But I shouldn't have dumped my troubles on you like that, we barely know each other." "I was just glad that you felt comfortable enough to share how you felt with me. Today was probably the worst day of that little girl's life. I am sure she was terrified, confused, and in a lot of pain. But what she'll remember is the angel who comforted her and treated her with kindness and love. "I need to get back to the kitchen, or I will burn something. Fair warning, this is my first time cooking a Thanksgiving turkey, so you may want to load your plate up with fixings and sides, just in case." As it turned out, the turkey wasn't perfect, but it wasn't that bad, and the gravy was tasty as heck (probably because Wilma made it.) We had mashed potatoes, stuffing, corn, and peas as sides, with the obligatory cranberry sauce (from a can). The conversation at dinner was a chaotic mixture of laughter, stories, and the kind of teasing that you only get when you bring five siblings together over a hearty meal. It didn't take Erin long to choose a side in the battle of the siblings, and soon, it was the four girls against Lane and me, with Wilma as our impartial referee. I don't know how Lane felt, but for me, it was worth being ganged up on just to see Erin and my sisters smiling and laughing. Although he tried to hide it, it was clear that Lane still had a bit of a crush on Erin, so I imagined that he was just fine with making her smile as well. For dessert, Erin brought pumpkin and apple pies that she had bought at the bakery in Petoskey, which we ate with some vanilla ice cream from the local creamery. I was sure there would be some dessert left over, given the amount that we all ate for dinner, but somehow, we finished it all. Everyone pitched in with the dishes and then we moved to the living room where we played cards and some more board games. As we played, Mary asked Wilma about some of her more memorable Thanksgivings, and she got a faraway smile. For the next hour, she regaled us with stories of humble times with the kids by the lake and, in later days, fancier celebrations with some of the families that Phillip befriended while they sat for portraits. As our last game of Scrabble ended, Sharon looked at Wilma with a mischievous grin. "Mary was telling me about the dance party that you had a few weeks ago here in your living room. Rumor has it that my big brother can dance! I was hoping, if you asked him nicely, that we could all see him in action." Wilma got up from her chair and started to move toward the hall closet. "Lane, come along and help, please. I am far too old to be carting around a heavy record player." Lane hopped up and went to help Wilma, while the rest of us began to move the furniture out of the way. As Lane set up, Wilma admonished the rest of us. "Remember, there is only one rule about dancing in my house: no wallflowers." With that, Lane started the first song, and I asked Wilma to dance. Alison followed suit, asking Lane to dance, and soon she was teaching him how to lead. Finally, Erin stood as well and gave a deep bow to Mary. "It would be my honor, enchanting lady, if I could have this dance." With a laugh, Mary stood, and soon we were all moving around the room, trying not to bump into each other or step on each other's toes. For the next hour, we danced, laughed, and pretty much forgot about the world outside. Lane even got up the courage to dance with Erin, although he stayed so far away from her that you would have thought she was radioactive. I took a couple of turns with Erin and was amazed at the way she melted into my arms. When we danced, there was a wave of knowing smirks from my sisters and a pleased smile from Wilma, but I didn't care. I could have danced with her all night. Unfortunately, during my third dance with Erin, the real world decided to interrupt our festivities. Erin and I had just started a turn when the power went out. I instinctively pulled Erin into my arms to protect her, and then I leaned in through the darkness and kissed her. She returned the kiss, ran her hand through my hair, and let out a small moan. "Do you think the power will come back on?" Lane's question cut through the fog of my lust and longing. "Probably not until sometime after the storm has passed. So, we should all plan on spending the night here and then figuring things out in the morning." With Wilma's agreement, we got settled in for the evening. After some protest, Wilma agreed to sleep in the guest room since it had a direct line of sight to the thermoelectric stove fan that helped circulate the heat from the fireplace. My three sisters slept in Wilma's bed, both to share body heat and because it was the larger of the two beds in the house. Lane slept on the couch, while Erin and I slept on the floor in front of the fireplace. Erin laid out an older sleeping bag, for comfort, with some bedding and blankets on top. In deference to Lane, she waited until she was under the blankets before she shimmied off her pants, while I stoked the fireplace. I made one more pass through the house, to check on Wilma and my sisters, but it seemed they had already fallen asleep. Even Lane had passed right out, despite his proximity to the pants-less Erin. I set a quiet alarm on my phone for two-hour intervals so that I could get up and add wood to the fire, ensuring that it would last all night. Looking down at the makeshift bed where Erin was watching me, I suddenly felt incredibly shy and anxious. I took my sweater and pants off as quickly as I could and set them on a chair before crawling under the blankets next to her. I didn't want to be presumptuous, so I stayed as far over to one side as I could. I had just settled in when I heard Erin's soft voice from behind me. "You can come a little closer. I won't bite, you know." My brain froze with indecision, but my heart knew the score and it started beating at a furious rate. I heard her shifting behind me, and I felt an arm wrap itself around my chest. My senses were on fire. The faint scent of lavender from her hair washed over me like a field of wildflowers. "Was everyone safe when you made your patrol?" I slowly rolled over so that my forehead was lightly touching hers, and I could see the flickering of the fire reflected in her eyes. "I know it's silly, but I can't sleep until I know that everyone I love is safe. Even when she is away at college, Alison texts me each night to let me know she is okay. I will make another round later after I stoke the fire." "It's not silly at all; I feel safe when I'm with you too.  Why don't you tell me your story, Davis Crawford." She must have felt me stiffen, and she started to lightly brush her fingertips through the hair on the back of my neck. "You don't have to if you're not comfortable with me yet, but I would like to hear it someday when you're ready." We sat in silence for another few minutes, while the tension slowly drained from my body. It had been over 15 years; since before the drugs and alcohol got too bad with my mother; since someone had touched me with kindness and love, and I was helpless before the gentle onslaught of Erin's fingers. Eventually, I started talking. "Things weren't always bad with Mom; I remember there being more laughter than anger when I was little. She was very beautiful, and there was a procession of men in her life, even back then, but most of them treated me well. I guess they wanted to make a good impression on her. When I was four or five, though, she took up with a man from a rougher crowd. She started in with the drinking and drugs, and they never really stopped. She got pregnant with that man, and Alison was born. From there, it was like a rock sliding down the side of a hill. It starts slowly, but soon it's rolling downhill in leaps and bounds. "After Sharon was born, fewer men came around. My mom was still beautiful, but how many guys are interested in a single mother who has three kids from three different men? I had just turned ten when she left me in charge for the weekend and flew down to Vegas with some friends from the club where she waitressed and danced. A bit more than nine months later, she had Mary. "The one thing I can say for my mom is that she mostly managed to stay clean while she was pregnant. But once Mary arrived, the hill got steeper, and the rock started plummeting downwards. As fewer men showed an interest in her, Mom had to blame someone, and we kids were handy targets. That's when the hitting started. I learned pretty quickly that she didn't much care who she hit, so I made sure that I was always close at hand, to try and spare the little ones. If she was going to throw plates at someone, I figured it had better be me. "By the time I was 12, I was the only one caring for my siblings. When Mom came home drunk or stoned after her shift at the bar, I would steal enough of her tip money to buy food for my sisters' lunches. That was the worst of it, and I didn't think that we would make it through. I am not sure we would have without our landlord, Mr. Johnson. "He lived in the apartment below us and would take us in on the weekends when my mother was out with her boyfriends, feed us dinner, and let us watch a little television. I never found out why he lived such a lonely life, but he helped me keep our family together until I was old enough to handle things myself, so I will always be grateful to him." I could see tears starting to pool in the corner of Erin's eyes. "You don't need to hear the rest of this;" Erin stopped me mid-sentence by kissing my lips. "You never got to be a kid, Davis. My whole life I felt sorry for myself because my parents didn't want or care for me, but at least I had Gran and Grampy. You had no one." Even though we were lying on an old lumpy sleeping bag on a rough hardwood floor with only a fireplace for heat, I had never felt safer in my life than I did with her right then. To be continued in part 3. Based on a post by CleverGenericName, in 4 parts, for Literotica.

Michigan Weather and Women: Part 2 Dancing, and other forms of sentimentality. Based on a post by CleverGenericName, in 4 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Connected.  As we finished the prep work, I asked Wilma about her day with Mary. "She is a good kid but is carrying a lot of anger and shame. We spent most of the day getting in touch with that anger. It takes some people years before they can express their emotions through art; it took her about five minutes. But we had to take some breaks to clean up the paint splatters afterward before they stained." "Oh shit! Sorry about that. I can pay to replace anything that;" "Nothing to apologize for; I asked her to express how she felt, and she did it in the way that felt right to her." "Well, I appreciate your taking the time. I am just her big brother; I feel so lost when it comes to parenting." "Being a parent doesn't mean that you know any more than anyone else, and it certainly doesn't mean that you know any better. For what it's worth, I think you are doing a fine job with your family. I know that you don't have your parents around to say it, but this old woman is mighty proud of who you are and of how you have stepped up for your brother and sisters. They are very lucky to have you." I turned away so that Wilma wouldn't see me getting choked up. I couldn't remember the last time that someone had said they were proud of me. Soon enough, though, it was dinner time, and Erin came into the kitchen with that same look of amusement on her face. "Sorry to bother the chef, but Lane needs some help that only a big brother can provide." When I gave her a quizzical look, she blushed. "It seems like he is going through puberty, which can pose; some new challenges. When I was assessing his ankle, he; well, indicated his interest in me in a way that can be difficult to hide, particularly while wearing sweatpants. It's natural for his body to react that way at that age, and it's nothing for him to feel badly about, but he was mortified. I think he could use a bit of brotherly guidance and understanding." I went to the living room and saw that Lane was curled up on the couch and looked like he was fighting back tears. "How are you doing, Buddy?" He couldn't even look at me he was so embarrassed. "I am so sorry; I just couldn't help it. I don't know why it started to get bigger, and I wanted it to stop, and it wouldn't and then she saw me, and;" he continued as he fought back a sob. "Can we just go home?" "Erin is a doctor. She knows how the human body works and has seen that kind of thing a hundred times. She isn't mad at you or embarrassed. She just feels bad that you feel so bad. This is just part of getting older and growing up. "Did I ever tell you about what happened in Miss Iron's class when I was a freshman? Miss Iron was a bit of a legend among the male students at our local high school. She was the youngest and prettiest teacher, by far, and even though she always dressed professionally, the clothing style had yet to be invented that could fully conceal her bountiful natural endowment. "Well, I liked Miss Irons a lot. She was one of the few teachers who looked past my difficulty with reading and writing. So, I developed a little crush on her, which was fine until the inevitable; hmm, physical demonstration of my crush; happened in class one day, just before she asked me to collect everyone's quizzes. I tried to delay, I tried to ask a friend to do it instead, but eventually, I had to stand up. It took me until my junior year to live that one down." As Lane listened to my story, he turned to face me and his second-hand embarrassment for me helped to push his embarrassment to the side. "So, what happened?" "Miss Irons was lovely and kind like she always was, but I wanted the floor to open up and swallow me or to get hit by a bolt of lightning. Things would have been fine if she hadn't mentioned what happened to the principal, who called Mom. She didn't find the story funny at all." I hadn't thought of the aftermath when I started telling Lane this particular story, but as they say, might as well put it in four-wheel drive and keep going. "Mom was mad?" "By then, Mom was pretty much always angry. I did my best to keep her away from you and the girls when she got that way, but yeah; she was mad." "Are you mad at me?" "No, Bud, I'm not. In a few years, once your embarrassment has died down a little, I will tease you mercilessly about this because that's what brothers do; and maybe threaten to tell your girlfriend, if you fall behind on your chores or homework. But I will never get mad at you for something that you can't control. And I promise that Erin isn't mad at you either." Just then, Mary poked her head in to tell us that dinner was on the table. "Are you safe now, or do you need a few more minutes." "I'm good. Thanks, Dad." After I helped Lane hobble into the dining room, we got down to the business of eating and teasing each other, but not necessarily in that order. It felt good; almost like what I imagined a real family would feel like. Eventually, the conversation turned to more serious matters, though, and Erin led off the questions. "So, how do you know Gran, and why are you wearing Grampy's favorite sweater? And, for what it's worth, I don't remember him filling it out in quite the way that you do." I blushed a bit as Wilma jumped in. "If Phillip had filled out that sweater like young Davis here, it wouldn't have stayed on him for very long, I can tell you that." "Gran!" Erin exclaimed, laughing while sounding scandalized. "I didn't need that mental image. Heck, none of us needed that mental image." "Oh, don't you worry, Dear. He still filled it out well enough, and it looked equally good on our bedroom floor." We were pretty much all blushing at that point, which I think was Wilma's objective, so I quickly changed the topic. "I am just your mother's plumber. I came out to fix her boiler and then finished the job earlier this week when a couple of parts came in that I needed." Wilma jumped in at that point and added her two cents to my story. "He also brought me my groceries and we had a lovely conversation. He is a real Renaissance gentleman, a rarity these days." Erin looked grateful but concerned. "Did you have enough money to cover the bill, Gran? You know I can help if you need;" I tried to jump in before Wilma could reply. "No need to worry, the bill was paid in full;" "Hogwash," Wilma exclaimed as I tried to finish, turning to Mary before she continued. "Your brother wouldn't let me pay him a cent for the work that he did. Not even for the parts that needed to be replaced! He is a very nice boy but a terrible businessman." I turned to Erin for support. "I figured your Gran has enough going on right now with her health and all. It was the least I could do to help her out." Erin looked at me with a strange expression on her face. I didn't have much experience with women, so I figured I must have made her angry somehow. Most of my interactions with women, including my sisters, seemed to end with them being upset with me for one reason or another, but she didn't sound angry when she spoke. "Thank you, Davis, that was very sweet of you." "Yeah, well; you see, it's just; pass the fish, please." "That still doesn't explain why you're wearing Grampy's favorite sweater. When I was a little girl, I used to curl up in Grampy's lap and snuggle into that sweater as he read to me. He was wearing it when I danced my first dance with him in front of the fireplace. Do you remember that old record player, Gran? You used to bring it out and we would waltz around the living room to Moon River." "I still have that record player here somewhere, let me go see if I can find it." Erin started to protest, but it was too late. "To finish answering your question, Erin, we were here today because your Gran offered to mentor Mary. I tried to politely decline, but your Gran is pretty persistent when she wants to be." "That sounds like Gran. Most of the time when she makes a suggestion, it is really a command." "While we are asking questions, how is Lane's ankle?" "It's pretty badly sprained, and he will need to use crutches to walk for the next couple of weeks. You should bring him to the hospital to get some X-rays done as well, to make sure that he doesn't have any fractures." I could feel myself deflate as she mentioned X-rays. "I'm not trying to be cheap, but are the X-rays absolutely necessary? We don't have the best insurance; we got it through the exchange. I guess it's better than nothing, but the deductible is pretty high, and my other sister, Alison, her college tuition is due soon. But if you say it's important, I will put in some extra hours to make it work." It didn't usually bother me that we were poor. Heck, most everyone we knew, except the McDougals, was poor. But it hit home when you had to tell a beautiful doctor with bright amber eyes that you couldn't afford an X-ray for your little brother unless it was urgent. "Tell you what. I will be working at the hospital in Petoskey tomorrow, so why don't you bring Lane by, and I will take care of him? I will make sure that he gets a pair of loaner crutches for as long as he needs them." "You don't need to do that for us." Erin gave me another one of her looks, this one I was more familiar with; I was pretty sure it was annoyance. "So, just to be clear, you can look after my Gran, fix her boiler for free, and bring her groceries whenever you feel like it, but I can't look after your brother and make sure that his ankle is treated properly?" "Well, when you put it that way, I sound like a bit of a jackass. I'm sorry." "Apology accepted. Come by the hospital at 11 AM tomorrow." Before we could continue, the sound of a 45 playing on an old record player filled the house. You could hear the hisses and pops before Ella Fitzgerald's voice began to sing "Dream a Little Dream of Me." Chapter 3. We got up from the table and followed the music back to the living room. I helped Lane out of his chair while he half-hobbled and half-hopped along beside me. Wilma had set her ancient record player up in the corner beside a stack of old 45s, and she had a faraway look in her eyes as she looked out the picture window toward the lake. "I think it's time for me to ask the prettiest girl in the place to dance," I said, as my eyes swept across the room. "But unfortunately, it's a three-way tie. So, will you do me the honor?" I said as I held out my hand to Wilma. "I haven't danced since Phillip passed. You know, we used to dance together every Friday night. It didn't matter where we were or what we were doing, we would always make time to dance at least one song together, even if the music was only in our heads." "I imagine I will be a pretty poor partner compared to Phillip, but I will try not to step on your toes." Wilma and I ended up dancing a slow foxtrot to "Unforgettable" by Nat King Cole. She smiled at me as we slowly circled the living room. "You're a very good dancer, young man." "Our mother taught me when I was very young." Before she began with the drugs and men, our mother had been a showgirl in New York and then Las Vegas. When she got pregnant with me, she moved back to Mackinaw City and started teaching ballroom dancing at a local studio. By the time I was five, I was her practice partner of choice, and she always insisted that I lead, despite being only half her size. "The man always leads, Darling, that's just the way of the world." I was hardly a man at the time, but I never disagreed with my mother when she was in a good mood, because I knew it could shift in an instant. So, I learned to dance, and I learned to lead. The memories came flooding back as I guided Wilma into a soft over-sway, and she smiled with delight. "Oh my, you do know how to dance!" I couldn't help but smile back. "I can't take all the credit. I think Phillip must have infused this sweater with his fancy footwork." As the song ended, I took a step back and did my best to give Wilma a gracious bow. "It was a pleasure dancing with you, my lady." "The pleasure was all mine, good sir." I turned toward Mary and held out my hand. She hesitated before Wilma declared, "There are no wallflowers in this house." Mary slowly stood but looked anxious as I took her hand. "Davis, I don't know how to dance. Mom was; she was too far gone to teach me by the time I was old enough to learn." "That's okay," I reassured her. "If there is anything that Mom made sure of, it's that I know how to lead. Just relax, and I will guide you through it." Wilma helped Lane, who had taken over as DJ, to choose a slower song so that Mary would feel more comfortable, and I heard the opening bars of "What a Wonderful World" by Louis Armstrong. I started to lead Mary through a slow rumba, and she picked up the steps very quickly. She was a natural. I felt a sudden stab of regret as we moved together across the floor. "I'm sorry. I should have made time to teach you to dance. But the last few years, it has just taken everything I have to keep us;" "It's alright. You've had other things on your mind. And look; you are teaching me how to dance, now." As Mary grew more confident, I guided her through a simple underarm turn, and we ended with a dip, which made her giggle and earned a round of applause from the others. Finally, I turned to Erin, who was sitting on the couch beside Lane. I suddenly felt very shy and, for the first time that evening, she looked nervous as well. "Would you dance with me, Erin?" She didn't reply but stood and took my hand. We waited for a moment while Wilma and Lane chose a new 45 and then listened to the pop and hiss as it started to play. Soon, an alto saxophone introduced the Henri Mancini version of "Moon River," and we started a slow waltz. Although there was space between us, it was bridged by an electric charge that connected and drew us together. Even though I spent most of the dance looking over Erin's shoulder, every detail of her beauty was etched in my memory, and I felt a warm breeze pass between us, raising goosebumps on my skin. We barely noticed the pause as the song ended, and a new one began until Etta James began to sing. At last, my love has come along My lonely days are over And life is like a song The song was in 4/4 time, so I switched to a foxtrot and Erin followed as we glided across the smooth wood of the living room floor. I was so caught up in the moment, and in Erin, that I led her through a turn that transitioned into an over sway, before I stepped backward, allowing her to gently pivot into me. Our eyes met and I was lost in them again. Before we could break the spell, a heavy gust of wind shook the house, and the power flickered out. The room went dark, which sharpened my remaining senses. Suddenly, the warmth of Erin's breath on my neck felt like wildfire across my skin. We were motionless for a three-heartbeat eternity before the lights flickered and came back on. I let go of Erin and felt all of my longing and awkwardness rush back in. "Thank you, Erin. That was;" I couldn't finish; words didn't seem enough to express how I felt. "I should check the breakers and make sure that everything is alright, and then we should go. Why don't I wash these clothes and drop them back for you later." Wilma just smiled and shook her head. "If you like them, please keep them. Otherwise, they will just grow old and musty like me." A little while later, we said our goodbyes, but I promised to bring Lane to the hospital the next morning. Wilma told Mary that she would see her on Wednesday after school and again the next Sunday. I was expecting Mary to protest, but she just gave a meek, "Yes, Wilma." I was nervous when I took Lane to the hospital the next day. The deductible on our insurance was high enough that we paid for pretty much anything less serious than a severed limb out of pocket. Erin, however, was as good as her word. After the X-ray confirmed that there were no breaks or fractures in the bones around his ankle, she re-wrapped it and arranged for a pair of loaner crutches that he could use for as long as he needed them. Before we left, Erin asked me if I wanted to grab a coffee in the cafeteria, to which I readily agreed. I gave my phone to Lane so he could amuse himself while Erin and I talked. "I just wanted to say how much I appreciate what you did for Gran. I do what I can, but I spend half my time at the Children's Hospital down in Grand Rapids right now and I am often on call while I am here. I just don't have the time to give her the help that she needs." "Honestly, it's no big deal. I do a lot of work around Good Hart since the bigger plumbing companies don't like to travel that far, so I don't mind looking in on her while I am there. And she seems to have taken a real interest in Mary, so the least I can do is to bring her some groceries and help around the place a bit." Erin pursed her lips and looked like she had just bitten into a lemon. "The 'least you can do' is more than the rest of our family can be bothered to do put together, so thank you." "I meant to ask you about that. What did your Gran do to end up so isolated from the rest of your family?" "The rest of my family is; there is no nice way to put it, they're snobs. None of them have any interest in spending time 'up north' as they call it, and they can't wait for Gran to move into a retirement home and die so they can get their money and forget about this place. That's why no one comes to visit Gran anymore, even for Thanksgiving; it's part of their campaign to convince her to sell her land to the McDougals. Before you came along, I thought they were going to succeed." "Well, excuse my language, but fuck them. I don't know Wilma that well, but I will do what I can to make sure that she gets to spend her remaining days in the place that she loves." "That's easy to say, but harder to do once the McDougals and their minions start coming by your place, offering you money and making threats unless you back off." "Well, if they do, they will find out what every teacher who ever taught me learned the hard way. I am bad at taking orders and even worse at following instructions. I am not afraid of the McDougal boys." My exclamation brought a smile to Erin's pretty face. I decided that I would be willing to do quite a lot to see that smile on her face again. But there was one thing I still didn't understand. "Why aren't you on board with the rest of your family? You must be under a lot of pressure to abandon your Gran like the rest of them." "My father, Gran's youngest son, Max, died shortly after I was born, and my mother moved the family to California where she remarried into a family that had a little money but a great deal of pretension and ambition. My mother picked up that insatiable need for money and status like it was a virus. "When I was a child, my mother and stepfather spent summers and holidays traveling the world, staying in places where children weren't welcome. Although they wanted nothing to do with Gran and Grampy and their 'vermin-filled shack in the middle of nowhere', they were more than happy to leave me with them while they were away. "They would put me on a plane to Grand Rapids while they jetted off to their spas and their fine dining. Gran and Grampy were the only people who cared for me, and they became my whole world. "When I was 14, I was staying with Gran and Grampy, and I caught a fever that was so bad that I nearly died. It was a pretty grim time. My parents even thought about flying home from Monaco to be with me. They didn't, but it was the only time in my entire childhood that they considered it. But I will always remember how kind the doctors and nurses were to me when I was sick. That's why I became a pediatrician and moved home." "Isn't California home?" "Home is where the people that you love are, and so this will always be my home. Or it will be until Gran passes on, anyway." We sat in silence for a while, sipping our coffee. Before long, it was time for me to go. "This might sound crazy, but since the rest of your family aren't going to be here to celebrate Thanksgiving with your Gran, how about you and I try to give her one more Thanksgiving to remember." Erin brightened at the idea, and the smile returned to her face. "That would be amazing! Why don't I give you my number, and we can figure out how to make it happen!" Chapter 4. For the next few weeks, Mary continued to meet with Wilma on Wednesdays and Sundays. I would often take the opportunity to bring her groceries or other supplies while I dropped Mary off and, if the weather was agreeable, do some fishing. Once he could walk without crutches, Lane came along as well, in quest of another monster steelhead. Unfortunately, all he caught was some yellow perch and rock bass, but it was nice to spend the day with him down on the dock. I saw Erin a few times at Wilma's as we made plans for Thanksgiving. She seemed to particularly enjoy talking with me while I split firewood out by the shed. It was hard work, and I was often drenched with sweat by the time I was done, but she didn't seem to mind. And she worked while we talked, helping to stack the larger pieces and collecting the smaller ones for kindling. The one point of contention in our plan was how Erin would get to Wilma's on Thanksgiving Day. She was slated to work a 12-hour shift the evening before, ending at seven in the morning, and she worried that if she went home to rest, she would sleep through the entire day. Her solution was to drive out to Wilma's after her shift and catch a few hours of sleep when she got there. I thought that driving that far after working all night seemed like a terrible idea, so I offered to give her a ride instead. She did not like that one bit. "I don't want you to make an extra trip when I am perfectly capable of driving myself." It sounded like she was digging in for a fight, so I tried a different tactic to convince her. "I need to stop at the hospital anyway, to return Lane's crutches. I can kill two birds with one stone and pick you up at the same time." She didn't buy that rationale either so, reluctantly, I resorted to the truth. "I am sure you're a great driver, but if you drive yourself, I will be up that morning anyway, worrying that you are safe. I know it doesn't make sense, but I have been looking after my siblings for so long its second nature for me to worry, and I can't seem to turn it off. So please, let me pick you up. But for me, not for you. And do you know how rarely I get to be gallant these days? I will feel like your knight in shining armor." That finally got a laugh from Erin. "Alright, you win. Why don't you pick me up at 7:15 at the hospital? You can sweep me up onto your trusty steed and carry me away to Gran's house." "If by trusty steed you mean rusty old GMC truck, then it's a deal." The morning of Thanksgiving dawned chilly and gray, with a cold wind blowing in off the lake. I was up early to make sure that I made it to the hospital on time, and I was listening to the local AM country station as I drove when the DJ started his break. "A happy Thanksgiving to all our listeners. If you're on the roads today, be aware that there is a severe weather warning in effect for the area north of Cadillac and into the upper peninsula. We're expecting a combination of high winds and lake-effect snow to make driving hazardous, and you should be prepared for possible power interruptions and outages." I was relieved that Erin had agreed to let me pick her up and that I had invested in good snow tires for my pickup. The snow had already started by the time I reached the hospital, and I pulled my jacket tightly around me as I went inside. I dropped Lane's crutches with the duty nurse and waited for several minutes before Erin arrived. She looked exhausted, and the gentle smile that I loved was nowhere in evidence. "Hey, Erin. Are you okay?" "I'm fine. I just had a long shift, but I am ready to head out." She came up to me and gave me a hesitant look. "Actually, I could really use a hug if that's alright." Without a word, I wrapped my arms around her, and she buried her face in my sweater. Hidden from the world by the folds of my jacket, I felt her body start to shake. The tremors lasted for a minute before they gentled and then finally stopped. I looked out the window at the falling snow to give her a moment to compose herself. "Let's head to Gran's house. This weather isn't going to get better any time soon." With that, we got in my truck and started the drive up to Good Hart. Erin sat in silence and looked out the window. "If you want to talk, I probably can't help with doctor problems; but I am a good listener." It took Erin a minute before she opened up. "Most of the time, I love being a pediatrician. Kids come to me scared and in pain, and I help them to get better. But sometimes, it's just too much. Around midnight last night, an ambulance brought in a mother and daughter. Her boyfriend had been drinking; and he got violent. The little girl tried to protect her mother and; and; "It's one thing to treat a grown woman, you know. I mean it's still pretty bad, but; that little girl. Fuck. One thing I've learned from this job is that monsters are real." I wanted to give Erin another hug, but since I was driving, I just reached over to take her hand. "I'm sorry." My words seemed so incredibly inadequate; considering what she had just dealt with; but she squeezed my hand. "Thanks for listening." We drove on in silence, and by the time we pulled into Wilma's laneway, Erin was gently snoring with her head against the window. I stopped as close as I could to the house before lifting her out of the cab. She tucked her head into my shoulder, and I carried her inside, where Wilma was already busy in the kitchen. She came out to greet us, and I spoke to her in a low voice. "Erin had a very tough night. I think some rest will do her a world of good." Wilma helped Erin out of her boots and coat and then showed us through to the guest bedroom, where I laid Erin on the bed. The room was filled with pictures of Erin from when she was younger; standing on the dock with an older but handsome man who I guessed must be Phillip, curled up in a ball on the sofa, book in hand, and smiling in her cap and gown as she graduated. In each picture, I could see hints of the beautiful woman she would become. By the time I returned with the rest of my family, the storm had begun to pick up. Snow drifts were accumulating against the house and shed, so we brought everything with us into the house that we might need for the evening. It took some convincing, but Sharon and I took over in the kitchen while Wilma, Alison, Mary, and Lane started a game of Scrabble in the living room. Once the preparations were well underway, I laid in as much wood for the fireplace as I could. With the high winds and heavy snow, I was worried that we might lose power, and I wanted to make sure that we prepared, just in case. The radiators and boiler would provide almost no heat if there was a prolonged power outage, but the fireplace had a high-efficiency insert that would keep the house warm, as long as we built up a good bed of coals. Lane insisted on helping me with the firewood, and after a half dozen trips to the woodshed and back, we both looked like live-action versions of the abominable snowman. Wilma showed some sympathy for our plight, while our sisters had a good-natured laugh at our expense. By the early afternoon, dinner was almost ready, and Wilma sent me to wake Erin. She had barely moved since I had tucked her in and seemed so peaceful in her sleep. I leaned over and spoke softly to her until she opened her eyes. After a moment of confusion, she broke into a shy smile. "I guess we made it to Gran's." "That we did, we got here close to six hours ago." Her eyes flew open, and she tried to get up until I reassured her. "We've got things under control. Dinner will be ready in about twenty minutes. Take your time; and maybe give yourself a few minutes for that pillow line on your cheek to fade." I turned to leave, so she could have some privacy, but she reached out and took my hand. "I just wanted to say thank you again for earlier. I am not used to having someone I can talk to; someone I can trust. It's only been Gran and Grampy, and me for so long, and I didn't want to burden them. But I shouldn't have dumped my troubles on you like that, we barely know each other." "I was just glad that you felt comfortable enough to share how you felt with me. Today was probably the worst day of that little girl's life. I am sure she was terrified, confused, and in a lot of pain. But what she'll remember is the angel who comforted her and treated her with kindness and love. "I need to get back to the kitchen, or I will burn something. Fair warning, this is my first time cooking a Thanksgiving turkey, so you may want to load your plate up with fixings and sides, just in case." As it turned out, the turkey wasn't perfect, but it wasn't that bad, and the gravy was tasty as heck (probably because Wilma made it.) We had mashed potatoes, stuffing, corn, and peas as sides, with the obligatory cranberry sauce (from a can). The conversation at dinner was a chaotic mixture of laughter, stories, and the kind of teasing that you only get when you bring five siblings together over a hearty meal. It didn't take Erin long to choose a side in the battle of the siblings, and soon, it was the four girls against Lane and me, with Wilma as our impartial referee. I don't know how Lane felt, but for me, it was worth being ganged up on just to see Erin and my sisters smiling and laughing. Although he tried to hide it, it was clear that Lane still had a bit of a crush on Erin, so I imagined that he was just fine with making her smile as well. For dessert, Erin brought pumpkin and apple pies that she had bought at the bakery in Petoskey, which we ate with some vanilla ice cream from the local creamery. I was sure there would be some dessert left over, given the amount that we all ate for dinner, but somehow, we finished it all. Everyone pitched in with the dishes and then we moved to the living room where we played cards and some more board games. As we played, Mary asked Wilma about some of her more memorable Thanksgivings, and she got a faraway smile. For the next hour, she regaled us with stories of humble times with the kids by the lake and, in later days, fancier celebrations with some of the families that Phillip befriended while they sat for portraits. As our last game of Scrabble ended, Sharon looked at Wilma with a mischievous grin. "Mary was telling me about the dance party that you had a few weeks ago here in your living room. Rumor has it that my big brother can dance! I was hoping, if you asked him nicely, that we could all see him in action." Wilma got up from her chair and started to move toward the hall closet. "Lane, come along and help, please. I am far too old to be carting around a heavy record player." Lane hopped up and went to help Wilma, while the rest of us began to move the furniture out of the way. As Lane set up, Wilma admonished the rest of us. "Remember, there is only one rule about dancing in my house: no wallflowers." With that, Lane started the first song, and I asked Wilma to dance. Alison followed suit, asking Lane to dance, and soon she was teaching him how to lead. Finally, Erin stood as well and gave a deep bow to Mary. "It would be my honor, enchanting lady, if I could have this dance." With a laugh, Mary stood, and soon we were all moving around the room, trying not to bump into each other or step on each other's toes. For the next hour, we danced, laughed, and pretty much forgot about the world outside. Lane even got up the courage to dance with Erin, although he stayed so far away from her that you would have thought she was radioactive. I took a couple of turns with Erin and was amazed at the way she melted into my arms. When we danced, there was a wave of knowing smirks from my sisters and a pleased smile from Wilma, but I didn't care. I could have danced with her all night. Unfortunately, during my third dance with Erin, the real world decided to interrupt our festivities. Erin and I had just started a turn when the power went out. I instinctively pulled Erin into my arms to protect her, and then I leaned in through the darkness and kissed her. She returned the kiss, ran her hand through my hair, and let out a small moan. "Do you think the power will come back on?" Lane's question cut through the fog of my lust and longing. "Probably not until sometime after the storm has passed. So, we should all plan on spending the night here and then figuring things out in the morning." With Wilma's agreement, we got settled in for the evening. After some protest, Wilma agreed to sleep in the guest room since it had a direct line of sight to the thermoelectric stove fan that helped circulate the heat from the fireplace. My three sisters slept in Wilma's bed, both to share body heat and because it was the larger of the two beds in the house. Lane slept on the couch, while Erin and I slept on the floor in front of the fireplace. Erin laid out an older sleeping bag, for comfort, with some bedding and blankets on top. In deference to Lane, she waited until she was under the blankets before she shimmied off her pants, while I stoked the fireplace. I made one more pass through the house, to check on Wilma and my sisters, but it seemed they had already fallen asleep. Even Lane had passed right out, despite his proximity to the pants-less Erin. I set a quiet alarm on my phone for two-hour intervals so that I could get up and add wood to the fire, ensuring that it would last all night. Looking down at the makeshift bed where Erin was watching me, I suddenly felt incredibly shy and anxious. I took my sweater and pants off as quickly as I could and set them on a chair before crawling under the blankets next to her. I didn't want to be presumptuous, so I stayed as far over to one side as I could. I had just settled in when I heard Erin's soft voice from behind me. "You can come a little closer. I won't bite, you know." My brain froze with indecision, but my heart knew the score and it started beating at a furious rate. I heard her shifting behind me, and I felt an arm wrap itself around my chest. My senses were on fire. The faint scent of lavender from her hair washed over me like a field of wildflowers. "Was everyone safe when you made your patrol?" I slowly rolled over so that my forehead was lightly touching hers, and I could see the flickering of the fire reflected in her eyes. "I know it's silly, but I can't sleep until I know that everyone I love is safe. Even when she is away at college, Alison texts me each night to let me know she is okay. I will make another round later after I stoke the fire." "It's not silly at all; I feel safe when I'm with you too.  Why don't you tell me your story, Davis Crawford." She must have felt me stiffen, and she started to lightly brush her fingertips through the hair on the back of my neck. "You don't have to if you're not comfortable with me yet, but I would like to hear it someday when you're ready." We sat in silence for another few minutes, while the tension slowly drained from my body. It had been over 15 years; since before the drugs and alcohol got too bad with my mother; since someone had touched me with kindness and love, and I was helpless before the gentle onslaught of Erin's fingers. Eventually, I started talking. "Things weren't always bad with Mom; I remember there being more laughter than anger when I was little. She was very beautiful, and there was a procession of men in her life, even back then, but most of them treated me well. I guess they wanted to make a good impression on her. When I was four or five, though, she took up with a man from a rougher crowd. She started in with the drinking and drugs, and they never really stopped. She got pregnant with that man, and Alison was born. From there, it was like a rock sliding down the side of a hill. It starts slowly, but soon it's rolling downhill in leaps and bounds. "After Sharon was born, fewer men came around. My mom was still beautiful, but how many guys are interested in a single mother who has three kids from three different men? I had just turned ten when she left me in charge for the weekend and flew down to Vegas with some friends from the club where she waitressed and danced. A bit more than nine months later, she had Mary. "The one thing I can say for my mom is that she mostly managed to stay clean while she was pregnant. But once Mary arrived, the hill got steeper, and the rock started plummeting downwards. As fewer men showed an interest in her, Mom had to blame someone, and we kids were handy targets. That's when the hitting started. I learned pretty quickly that she didn't much care who she hit, so I made sure that I was always close at hand, to try and spare the little ones. If she was going to throw plates at someone, I figured it had better be me. "By the time I was 12, I was the only one caring for my siblings. When Mom came home drunk or stoned after her shift at the bar, I would steal enough of her tip money to buy food for my sisters' lunches. That was the worst of it, and I didn't think that we would make it through. I am not sure we would have without our landlord, Mr. Johnson. "He lived in the apartment below us and would take us in on the weekends when my mother was out with her boyfriends, feed us dinner, and let us watch a little television. I never found out why he lived such a lonely life, but he helped me keep our family together until I was old enough to handle things myself, so I will always be grateful to him." I could see tears starting to pool in the corner of Erin's eyes. "You don't need to hear the rest of this;" Erin stopped me mid-sentence by kissing my lips. "You never got to be a kid, Davis. My whole life I felt sorry for myself because my parents didn't want or care for me, but at least I had Gran and Grampy. You had no one." Even though we were lying on an old lumpy sleeping bag on a rough hardwood floor with only a fireplace for heat, I had never felt safer in my life than I did with her right then. To be continued in part 3. Based on a post by CleverGenericName, in 4 parts, for Literotica.

Un mapa afectivo musical donde conviven nostalgia, ternura y el pulso perdurable del amor en sus distintas formas.A Sunday Kind Of Love, Etta James, At Last!Somethin’ Stupid, Frank Sinatra, Nancy Sinatra, The World We KnewDream a Little Dream of Me, Doris Day, Paul Weston And His Orchestra, Day By Night (with Paul Weston & His Music From Hollywood)L-O-V-E, Nat King Cole, L-O-V-EEverybody Loves Somebody, Dean Martin, Everybody Loves SomebodyLovefool, The Cardigans, First Band On The Moon Put Your Records On, Corinne Bailey Rae, Corinne Bailey RaeAin’t No Sunshine, Bill Withers, Just As I AmLovely Day, Bill Withers, MenagerieKiss Me, Sixpence None The Richer, Sixpence None The RicherBoth Sides Now, Joni Mitchell, CloudsBig Yellow Taxi, Joni Mitchell, Ladies of the CanyonIn My Life, The Beatles, Rubber Soul Overjoyed, Stevie Wonder, In Square CircleFeeling Good, Nina Simone, I Put A Spell On YouHow Deep Is Your Love, Bee Gees, GreatestEscuchar audio

Jazz from 1928 to 1941 tonight: Louis Armstrong, West End Blues The Mills Brothers, Tiger Rag Benny Goodman and His Orchestra, Moonglow Ozzie Nelson, Dream a Little Dream of Me Tommy Dorsey and His Orchestra, You Are My Lucky Star Billie Holiday & Teddy Wilson and His Orchestra, Carelessly Billie Holiday, I Gotta Right to Sing the Blues Ivie Anderson, It Don't Mean a Thing if It ain't Got That Swing Fred Astaire & Johnny Green and His Orchestra, A Fine Romance (A Sarcastic Love Song) Rex Stewart & His 52nd Street Stompers & Duke Ellington, Sugar Hill Shim Sham Fats Waller & His Rhythm, Music, Maestro Please Fats Waller, Two Sleepy People Sidney Bechet with Trixie Smith, Freight Train Blues Sidney Bechet, Muskrat Ramble Coleman Hawkins, One O'Clock Jump Coleman Hawkins, Bugle Call Rag Anita O'Day, Let Me Off Uptown Gene Krupa, Anita O'Day & Roy Eldridge, Amour  

This episode was originally released on 9/1/2020. While new episodes of Breaking Walls are on hiatus I'll be going back and posting the older episodes. ____________ In Breaking Walls episode 107, we go back to school with the Nelson family and find out why David and Ricky joined the program, and how it affected the entertainment industry forever. —————————— Highlights: • Oswald George Nelson—Boy from New Jersey • The Ukulele Craze and the Boy scout Jamboree • Ozzie Starts a Band • Splitting Time Between Football and Music • Cleaning Up Around Town • On the Banks of the Old Raritan • Law School and WMCA • Ozzie Nelson and His Orchestra Gets on Radio • Ozzie Meet Harriet • Harriet Hilliard—One Heck of a Talent • Harriet Joins the Band • Joe Penner and Robert Ripley • Getting Married—Harriet Becomes a Film Star • Touring—David and Eric Are Born • Red Skelton • The Adventures of Ozzie and Harriet is Born • Changing Networks in 1948 • Jack Benny Jumps to CBS—David and Ricky Join the Show • Finding Their Groove as a Family • ABC and a Ten-Year Contract • Here Come The Nelsons to Television • Looking Ahead to Halloween —————————— The WallBreakers: http://thewallbreakers.com Subscribe to Breaking Walls everywhere you get your podcasts. To support the show: http://patreon.com/TheWallBreakers —————————— The reading material used in today's episode was: • On the Air — By John Dunning • Ozzie — By Ozzie Nelson • Network Radio Ratings, 1932-53 — By Jim Ramsburg • Before Television — By Glenhall Taylor • As well as articles from the archives of Broadcasting Magazine, Sponsor Magazine, Radio Daily, and Radio Mirror. —————————— On the interview front: • Ozzie Nelson spoke with: Johnny Carson, Chuck Cecil, and James Day • Ricky Nelson spoke with Johnny Carson and David Hartman • David Nelson spoke with David Hartman, and KRLA • Jack Wagner and Johnny Hayes were also with KRLA • While Harriet Nelson spoke with David Hartman and Chuck Schaden • Chuck Schaden also interviewed Jack Benny, Lurene Tuttle and Janet Waldo Hear these chats and others from Chuck's forty-year career at SpeakingOfRadio.com —————————— Selected music featured in today's episode was: • Theme from A Summer Place — By The Ventures • Colorado Trail — From Stephen Ives' The West • On The Banks of the Old Raritan — By The Rutgers Alma Mater Choir • Auld Lang Syne — By the Manhattan Strings • Dream a Little Dream of Me and Jersey Bounce — By Ozzie Nelson and His Orchestra • Get Thee Behind Me Satan — By Harriet Hilliard Nelson • I Will Follow You — By Ricky Nelson • The Haunted House Boogie — By Jack Rivers and Happy Wilson

Tonight on GhostBox Radio with Greg Bakun, Greg talks with guest Author Tim Rayborn with his brand new book, “The Little Dream Dictionary – An A-Z Guide to Decoding Your Dreams” Unlock the mysteries of your dreams with this comprehensive dream dictionary, featuring over 1,000 of the most common dreams and their interpretations. Whether you…

The Jazz Session No.436 from RaidersBroadcast.com as aired in October 2025, featuring the Ralph Towner's atmospheric 1977 modern jazz album “Sound and Shadows”, with Jan Garbarek and Eberhard Weber. TRACK LISTING: One Finger Snap - Herbie Hancock, ft. Freddie Hubbard; Spiral Dance - Keith Jarrett, w. Jan Garbarek, Palle Danielsson, John Christensen; Ain't She Sweet - Erroll Garner; Isn't It Romantic - Chet Baker; Balance Beam  - Ralph Towner; Along the Way - Ralph Towner; Deep Purple - Artie Shaw; Devil May Care - Diana Krall; Gareth - Flightless Birds; Last Minute Changes - 6pac; Freeway Jam - Jeff Beck; New York On My Mind - John McLaughlin; Franklin Street Blues - Bunk Johnson; Dream a Little Dream of Me - Ella Fitzgerald & Louis Armstrong; Arion - Ralph Towner; Song of the Shadows - Ralph Towner; The Shadow Of Your Smile - Dexter Gordon & Slide Hampton; Yama - Art Blakey; Brilliant Corners  - Thelonius Monk; Self-Portrait in Three Colours - Charles Mingus.

My reality begins each morning when I wake from a dreamless sleep, make a mug of Earl Grey tea sweetened with a 60% honey, 40% brown sugar combination. I carry the steaming mug with a white base decorated in black with Ancient Ancestor, geometrical patterns copied from the stone puzzle walls at Chaco Canyon, place it beside me on the altar I made from a slab of beechwood painted with turquoise, made to appear distressed with sandpaper exposing arcs of the wood's original white bones.

Este septiembre se cumplen 30 años de The Help Album, o el que consideramos mejor recopilatorio de los 90. En él, una conjunción de astros de presente, pasado y futuro de la música británica se juntaban con fines solidarios destinados a la organización War Child. 20 canciones para recaudar fondos para niños afectados por el conflicto en Bosnia, que ya no solo juntaba a gran parte de las bandas más destacadas del Britpop, sino también del triphop, de la electrónica o del rock, bajo la dirección artística de Brian Eno y una estupenda portada de John Squire (The Stone Roses). El principal atractivo, que todas las canciones eran inéditas o fueron grabadas especialmente para la ocasión. Hoy en Conexiones MZK vamos a escucharlo al completo, dando un pequeño apunte de cada canción, y no vamos a enrollarnos, simplemente comentaremos sus peculiaridades. Una ocasión para volver a disfrutar de este pequeño prodigio que como decimos constituye el mejor recopilatorio de la década de los 90 y también, el mejor álbum benéfico de la historia. Que por cierto, recaudó más de 1,44 millones de euros para la causa y estos días ha sido reeditado en una nueva versión especial. Dirige Manuel Pinazo. Suenan: Oasis and Friends – "Fade Away" The Boo Radleys – "Oh Brother" The Stone Roses – "Love Spreads" Radiohead – "Lucky" Orbital – "Adnan" Portishead – "Mourning Air" Massive Attack – "Fake the Aroma" (alternate version of "Karmacoma") Suede – "Shipbuilding" The Charlatans vs. The Chemical Brothers – "Time For Livin'" Stereo MCs – "Sweetest Truth (Show No Fear)" Sinéad O'Connor – "Ode to Billie Joe" The Levellers – "Searchlights" Manic Street Preachers – "Raindrops Keep Fallin' on My Head" Terrorvision – "Tom Petty Loves Veruca Salt" The One World Orchestra featuring The Massed Pipes and Drums of the Children's Free Revolutionary Volunteer Guards (aka The KLF) – "The Magnificent" Planet 4 Folk Quartet – "Message to Crommie" Terry Hall and Salad – "Dream a Little Dream of Me" Neneh Cherry and Trout – "1, 2, 3, 4, 5 " Blur – "Eine kleine Lift Musik" The Smokin' Mojo Filters – "Come Together"

Frank Mills Heart of the City Hugo Montenegro AHO Yesterdays & Smoke Get's In Your Eyes Ray Conniff Cheek to Cheek Percy Faith AHO Perfidia Patti Page Allegheny Moon Geoff Love AHO The Continental Vic Damone It Had to Be You Syd Dale AHO Stay As Sweet As You Are Jeff Steinberg Moonglow Billy Vaughn AHO Careless Frank Chacksfield La Mer Andre Previn I Let A Song Go Out of My Heart Leslie Uggams Love Walked In The Clebanoff Strings Am I Blue Hal Mooney AHO Make Believe Eastman Rochester Pops Begin The Beguine John Fox Manhattan Nat 'King' Cole St. Louis Blues John Wilson Orchestra Breezin' Along With The Breeze Lex DeAzevedo AHO All Of Me Hugo Montenegro AHO The Song Is You Medley Gordon Langford AHO Body & Soul Dick Haymes The Very Thought of You Martin Denny A Fine Romance Norm Geller AHO Singin' In The Rain Longines Symphonette Mood Indigo Ruby Braff & Strings All Alone Robert Farnon AHO Nancy (With the Laughing Face) Gordon Franks AHO Sweet Georgia Brown Gordon Langford AHO Ain't Misbehavin' Paul Weston AHO Stormy  Eastman Rochester Pops Love Walked In Paul Phillips & His Band I Cover The Waterfront Johnny Gibbs AHO Charmaine Ray Conniff AHO The White Cliffs of Dover Hugo Montenegro AHO I'm In The Mood For Love Doris Day & Paul Weston Dream a Little Dream of Me Sergio Mendes & Brasil '66 Constant Rain (Chove Chuva) Frank Mills Heart of the City

Start Little Dream Big with Linette Rainville Synopsis: In this episode of Conversations that Make a Difference, Teresa has a candid conversation with Linette Rainville. Linette will take us behind the pages of her new book, Start Little, Dream Big: Grow the Ministry You Were Born to Build. Blending prophetic insight and practical strategy, Linette shares how a single bag of skinny jeans became the seed for a million-dollar outreach serving over 40,000 people every year—and how you can start your own God-inspired dream right where you are. You'll hear stories of grit, grace, and God-sized growth, plus a simple, Spirit-led blueprint to help you launch your “mustard seed mission,” uncover your Holy Ache, and find the courage to take your next faithful step. Whether you're stepping out for the first time or reigniting a long-planted vision, this heartfelt conversation will remind you: You don't have to start big—you just have to start. Bio: Linette Rainville – Speaker • Mentor • Author • Movement Leader - Linette Rainville is a warm-hearted, down-to-earth speaker, mentor, and author—best known for helping women Start Little and Dream BIG. As the founder of Daughters United, she equips women to grow ministries, missions, and movements from the ground up—right where they are. With her signature blend of warmth, humor, and powerful storytelling, Linette is a favorite at women's retreats, Christian leadership events, and writers' conferences. Her heartbeat is to awaken the “Esther Calling” in every woman—mobilizing them to walk boldly in their God-given purpose for such a time as this. Through her books, training programs, and the Daughters United Community, Linette mentors women across the globe—virtually and in person. Each year she connects with thousands through her online academy, interactive workshops, live virtual gatherings, and in-person speaking events. She is the author of Start Little, Dream Big—an Amazon Bestseller that shares the inspiring backstory of her ministry—and the creator of Mission BuildersAcademy, a 12-month certification program that equips women to serve as Mentors, Christian Coaches, and Chaplains. As host of the What's Your Story? podcast, Linette shines a spotlight on inspiring voices from all walks of life. Her work has been featured on TV, radio, podcasts, and in publications worldwide. Equipping and Encouraging Modern Day Esthers… For Such A Time As This!  Esther 4:14  Connect with Linette: Website: www.DaughtersUnited.org Free Gifts: Blueprint Builder & Closet Swap Guide: https://daughtersunited.org/start-little-dream-big/  Podcast: What's Your Story?  Instagram: @LinetteRainville  Facebook: Linette Rainville  LinkedIn: Linette Rainville Video Version: https://www.youtube.com/live/9uV5ldSp3eo?si=NDOeah_x8GpKDQ5r Chat with Teresa during Live Show with Video Stream: write a question on YouTube Learn more about Teresa here: https://www.webebookspublishing.com    http://authenticendeavorspublishing.com/

A big thank you and welcome to new Cider Shed Patreon members : Bronwyn, Angie, Liz and EJ.Join us this week as we take a sauna-fied tour of Borsetshire's finest villages.On our cocktail menu:Pryor Commitment : Mum's the word. Just not for our Stella.Scratch That : Markie's got the key. He's got the secret.Bully Beef : Amber doesn't want to go to Chelsea.Produced by Matthew WeirBecome a beautiful patron of The Cider Shed and receive early ad-free episodes and our exclusive Patreon-only midweek specials. It really REALLY helps us out.https://www.patreon.com/thecidershedTo help us out with a lovely worded 5 star review hit the link below. Then scroll down to ‘Ratings and Reviews' and a little further below that is ‘Write a Review' (this is so much nicer than just tapping the stars

Devotion : Dream a Little Dream for Me! / Daniel 4:4-27 by Community Lutheran Church

This week, Kris catches Tara up on all the news. Book deadlines, a trip to Vegas, Tiki the rescue dog, and a whole summer dedicated to working on what? Check that episode title.  Kris is super busy and Tara is a little scatterbrained (wait for the outtake at the end to hear why). But what's nobody too busy for? You guessed it: recommendations. Official Recommendations From Kris: Younger (Netflix) Kris's official recommendation this week is the TV series Younger (2015-2019). This is Kris's second time watching it and she's fallen in deep. It's the story of a middle-aged woman who pretends to be in her 20s to work in a millennial media company. Kris describes it as queer-friendly, flirty, and fun, with characters you'd want to be friends with. She's had a great time with it and thinks you will too. From Tara: The Woman From the Waves by Roslyn Sinclair Tara's official recommendation this week is The Woman From the Waves by Roslyn Sinclair, which isn't out yet, but will be on June 5 (here's the preorder link). It's a contemporary romantasy between a shapeshifting ocean-dwelling horse spirit off the coast of the Orkney Islands in Scotland and the nun who captures her attention. Tara loved this book, describing it as one she will return to again and again. She gives a caution for readers with religious trauma, particularly if it's rooted in Catholicism, as the nun in the book reconciles with a lot of internalized homophobia. Works/People Discussed Tiki, the rescue dog SASS - Sapphic Action Support Squad Facebook Group Lambda Literary Statement on Book Bans The Last of Us (HBO) Survivor (CBS) Novocaine (2025) Death of a Unicorn (2025) RuPaul's Drag Race: All Stars (Paramount+) 90 Days to Wed by Yanana  Sapphic World Book Club Facebook Group Dream a Little Dream by Melissa Brayden Support & follow the show Buy us a Ko-fi Sign up for our newsletter on Substack Facebook: @QueerlyRecommended Instagram: @queerlyrecommended Bluesky: @queerlyrec.bsky.social Get all our links on Linktr.ee

On episode 152 of Then Is Now Podcast, Eric Eichelberger returns to promote his Shock A-Go-Go Film Festival 2025 on June 7th & 8th at the Lumiere Cinema At The Music Hall in Beverly Hills. Eric joins Re-Gor and Chris, along with two filmmakers who have movies showing at the event: Michael Kallio, director of Dinner with Leatherface, and TJ Moore, director of Scream a Little Dream. We talked about the festival and their films, so check it out. And if you're in the Beverly Hills area, check out the festival!Eric Eichelberger and Shock A-Go-Go can be found at: http://www.shockagogo.com TJ Moore can be found at: https://www.thecliffhangerproductions.com/ Michael Kallio can be found at: Http://www.facebook.com/filmmike Chris can be found at: http://www.storiesmotion.com Re-Gor can be found at: http://www.havenpodcasts.com

Fisher - Stay, Repiet - Lullaby, Alesso & Becky Hill - Surrender, Armin van Buuren - Dream a Little Dream, Crystal Waters & ManyFew - You & Me, Clean Bandit & Tiesto - Tell Me Where U Go, Mount Rushmore - You Better (Movada Edit), Nicky Romero - Move It (Rapidin), Gabry Ponte - Frequency (Go West), Jus Jack - A Night Like This, R3hab - Right Here Right Now, DMNDS - Euphoria (Make My Body Go), Ayko & Sam Stray Wood - Send Me an Angel, Claptone - Put Your Love On Me, Man & Guy Katch - Shooting Stars, Cyril & James Blunt - Tears Dry Tonight, Pawelo - Holding Back The Years, Maesic & Marshall Jefferson - Life is Simple, Dom Dolla & Kid Cudi - Forever, Joe T Vannelli - Where Is My Man 2025, Joe Smooth feat Alex Bass - Your Love, Cash Cash - Honest, Tinliker & Hero Baldwin - I Started a Fire, Sick Individuals & Morgan Page - Thinkin Bout You Now, Romero & Tozzi - Gloria (Ownboss Remix), Mike Williams & Alpharock - Get Get Down, Pascal Letoublon - Sacrifice, W&W x KSHMR - Bad, Thomas Gold - Turn It Up, Melsen - Talk, Maxx - Get a Way

Fisher - Stay, Repiet - Lullaby, Alesso & Becky Hill - Surrender, Armin van Buuren - Dream a Little Dream, Crystal Waters & ManyFew - You & Me, Clean Bandit & Tiesto - Tell Me Where U Go, Mount Rushmore - You Better (Movada Edit), Nicky Romero - Move It (Rapidin), Gabry Ponte - Frequency (Go West), Jus Jack - A Night Like This, R3hab - Right Here Right Now, DMNDS - Euphoria (Make My Body Go), Ayko & Sam Stray Wood - Send Me an Angel, Claptone - Put Your Love On Me, Man & Guy Katch - Shooting Stars, Cyril & James Blunt - Tears Dry Tonight, Pawelo - Holding Back The Years, Maesic & Marshall Jefferson - Life is Simple, Dom Dolla & Kid Cudi - Forever, Joe T Vannelli - Where Is My Man 2025, Joe Smooth feat Alex Bass - Your Love, Cash Cash - Honest, Tinliker & Hero Baldwin - I Started a Fire, Sick Individuals & Morgan Page - Thinkin Bout You Now, Romero & Tozzi - Gloria (Ownboss Remix), Mike Williams & Alpharock - Get Get Down, Pascal Letoublon - Sacrifice, W&W x KSHMR - Bad, Thomas Gold - Turn It Up, Melsen - Talk, Maxx - Get a Way

Justice Society Presents a new, bimonthly series, THE SANDMAN SLEPT HERE. Join Fire and Water Podcast all-stars Ryan Daly, Paul Kien, and Max Romero as they cover the seminal DC-Vertigo comic Sandman Mystery Theatre. Follow JSA PRESENTS on social media: Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/jsapresents Twitter/X: https://x.com/jsapresents Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/jsapresents/ Bluesky: https://bsky.app/profile/jsapresents.bsky.social Threads: https://www.threads.net/@jsapresents This podcast is a proud member of the FIRE AND WATER PODCAST NETWORK: Visit the Fire & Water WEBSITE: https://fireandwaterpodcast.com Like our Fire & Water Facebook page: https://www.facebook.com/FWPodcastNetwork Follow Fire & Water on Twitter/X: https://x.com/FWPodcasts Follow Fire & Water on Bluesky: https://bsky.app/profile/fwpodcasts.bsky.social Support The Fire & Water Podcast Network on Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/fwpodcasts Music: "Dream a Little Dream of Me" by Ozzie Nelson and His Orchestra.

Justice Society Presents a new, bimonthly series, THE SANDMAN SLEPT HERE. Join Fire and Water Podcast all-stars Ryan Daly, Paul Kien, and Max Romero as they cover the seminal DC-Vertigo comic Sandman Mystery Theatre. Follow JSA PRESENTS on social media: Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/jsapresents Twitter/X: https://x.com/jsapresents Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/jsapresents/ Bluesky: https://bsky.app/profile/jsapresents.bsky.social Threads: https://www.threads.net/@jsapresents This podcast is a proud member of the FIRE AND WATER PODCAST NETWORK: Visit the Fire & Water WEBSITE: https://fireandwaterpodcast.com Like our Fire & Water Facebook page: https://www.facebook.com/FWPodcastNetwork Follow Fire & Water on Twitter/X: https://x.com/FWPodcasts Follow Fire & Water on Bluesky: https://bsky.app/profile/fwpodcasts.bsky.social Support The Fire & Water Podcast Network on Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/fwpodcasts Music: "Dream a Little Dream of Me" by Ozzie Nelson and His Orchestra.

Hey gang! Due to copyright restrictions, some of our old episodes will be removed for an indefinite amount of time until I can either A) contest the songs used in each episode under fair use or B) just edit them out. I don't know if this matters to anyone but I'd download the following episodes from a platform such as podbay.fm if you like them because they might soon be unavailable for a time.- Spring 2020 Season Preview (Part 1/2)- Kaguya-sama: Love is War - The First Kiss That Never Ends Review- Code Geass: Lelouch of the Rebellion | Season One- OTAKU MINICHOLY: Tokyo Revengers- ATTALK ON TITAN: Episode 75 - "Above and Below"- ATTALK ON TITAN: Episode 81 - "Thaw"- Listener Request: Barakamon + Patreon Q & A- MAY-AZAKI - Howl's Moving Castle- MAY-AZAKI: The Wind Rises- MAY-AZAKI: Nausicaa of the Valley of the Wind- Spring 2020 Season Review- Rebuild of Evangelion: You Can (Not) Review [Part One]- Rebuild of Evangelion: You Can (Not) Review [Part Two]- WAS IT THAT HYPE?: Sword Art Online- The Tatami Galaxy- Listener Request: Princess Principal- Paprika | Dream a Little Dream of Anime- Rap, Streaming, and Bobobo: An Interview with Greshmon- Summer 2020 Season Impressions | You Ever Decadanced with the Demon King in the Pale Moon Lapis ReLights?- Japan Sinks 2020 | Get Sunk On, Netflix Subscribers- A Whisker Away | I Wanna Cry, I Wear a Cat- TRADE YA! The Devil is a Part Timer & Kaguya-Sama: Love is War- Random Anime Generator: Making an Anime With Just Three Words- All Raws, No Subs: The Return of the Post Con Blues- Spring 2021 Preview: Part One- Spring 2021 Preview: Part Two- Made in Abyss- A Year of Otaku Melancholy! - What We Learned (And Didn't Learn), the Anime We Watched, and Reflections- Devilman Crybaby- All Raws, No Subs: Hentai (and all related discussions)- Berserk '97 (feat. Otaku Host Club)- Is "The Fruit of Evolution: Before I Knew It, My Life Had It Made" SAVING Anime!?- Growing Up With Anime: A Mild (Self) Discussion on Affirmation, Acceptance, and Cringe- OtaMel Awesome Mix Vol. 1: The Anime OPs We Love and Why- The OtaMel (Somewhat) Useful Christmas Gift Giving Guide for Your Weeb Friends- A Small Review of Suzume: Locking Up the Doors on the Latest Makoto Shinkai Film- Mob Psycho 100 [Season One]- Summer 2021 Seasonal Anime Preview - Part Two- A Very Sincere Actual Legitimate Review of Bakemonogatari- Millennium Actress- A Discussion on (Some Episodes Of) Requiem of the Rose King- Mobile Suit Gundam: the Witch From Mercury- Reflecting on Another Year of Doing This: 3rd Year's the Charm, Right? (It Wasn't But Thanks for Listening and Supporting Anyways)- The Final Otaku Melancholy: A Re-Review of Eromanga-Sensei and Four Years of the ShowThank you all for listening during the four years Otaku Melancholy was around! It means a lot! We'll see each other soon!

Downtowns around the country lost money and foot traffic when offices went remote during the pandemic. We'll hear from the St. Paul Downtown Alliance about what the closure of downtown St. Paul's only grocery store means for efforts to revitalize the city center. A lawsuit argues pollution from a metal foundry in St. Paul violated the property rights and wellbeing of neighbors. We'll get a breakdown from a reporter covering the legal battle.Plus, a 40-day Target boycott is underway. We'll learn more about what impact this protest could have on the company. And Moorhead won its first boys hockey state championship this weekend. We'll get the latest from our sports contributors Wally and Eric, along with other sports headlines.Our Minnesota Music Minute was “Ease Your Mind,” by Ozone Creations and our Song of the Day was “Dream a Little Dream of Me” by The Mamas & the Papas.

We will have our movie review during the last 15 minutes as normal but to start the show we talk about news from around the world.

Join hosts Krissy Lenz and Nathan Blackwell as they dive deep into one of the most bewildering teen films of the 1980s - Dream a Little Dream (1989). This surreal body-swap comedy starring the two Coreys (Feldman and Haim) alongside veteran actors Jason Robards and Piper Laurie proves to be a fascinating mess of metaphysical poetry, teen romance, and inexplicable violence.Following a recommendation from previous guest Corey Feldman himself, our hosts unpack this peculiar film where an elderly couple's meditation experiment goes wrong, causing Jason Robards' consciousness to become trapped in Corey Feldman's teenage body. What follows is a two-hour journey filled with Michael Jackson dance numbers, cryptic dream sequences, and a surprisingly dark subplot involving an unhinged boyfriend with a gun.The hosts discuss how the film's attempt to blend spiritual themes with teen comedy creates a confusing narrative that never quite comes together. They note how Corey Haim's character wasn't even in the original script, yet his improvised scenes end up being some of the most entertaining moments in the film. The podcast also explores the movie's bizarre editing choices, unnecessarily long runtime, and its struggle to maintain coherent character motivations.Key topics covered:The unusual chemistry between Jason Robards and Corey FeldmanCorey Haim's last-minute addition to the cast and his real-life broken legThe film's confusing dream logic and metaphysical elementsQuestionable subplot involving drugged teenagers and gun violenceExtended Michael Jackson-inspired dance sequencesThe movie's marketing focus on "The Two Coreys" despite Haim's minimal roleDiscussion of the 1995 sequel Dream a Little Dream 2Comparison to other body-swap films like Freaky (2020)In their final assessment, Krissy and Nathan rate the film three and four "broken legs" out of ten respectively, acknowledging its flaws while maintaining respect for the ambitious if misguided attempt to create something unique in the teen movie genre. While Dream a Little Dream may not be "so bad it's good," it certainly provides plenty of material for discussion and bewilderment. --We couldn't do this without your support of The Most Excellent 80s Movies Podcast! Thank you!Join now for: $5/Month • $55/year • Learn More

80s icon Corey Feldman joins The Most Excellent 80s Movies Podcast to discuss his new film Going Viral (2024), a nostalgic throwback that imagines what social media might have looked like in the 1980s. Hosts Krissy Lenz and Nathan Blackwell sit down with the star of classics like The Goonies and Stand By Me for an engaging conversation about this unique blend of retro aesthetics and modern technology.Feldman describes Going Viral as a family-friendly adventure that captures the essence of 80s filmmaking while exploring an alternate reality where viral video fame existed alongside Nintendo Game Boys and arcade machines. The film follows a teen's quest for video stardom that takes a dark turn when a mysterious AI offers fame at a concerning price. With authentic period details like Pac-Man cabinets and Goonies posters decorating the background, the movie creates what Feldman calls a "parallel universe" version of 80s technology.The conversation takes an introspective turn as Feldman discusses his approach to acting roles throughout his career, explaining how he's always strived to avoid typecasting by making each character distinct. He also shares candid insights about his journey through Hollywood, including his experiences with low-budget films in the early 90s and his pride in more serious artistic endeavors like The Birthday, which recently received its long-awaited US release.Key Topics Covered:Details about Going Viral and its unique premise combining 80s aesthetics with modern social media conceptsFeldman's role as a burnt-out competitive arcade gamerThe careful attention to period detail in the film's production designFeldman's thoughts on what makes a good "background movie" for family viewingDiscussion of Dream a Little Dream as a pivotal film in Feldman's careerHis experience contributing music to film soundtracksReflections on working with legendary actors like Jason Robards and Harry Dean StantonThe episode concludes with Feldman recommending Dream a Little Dream as the next film for the podcast to review, praising it as the "quintessential end of the 80s movie" that marked a more mature direction for himself and costar Corey Haim. Catch Going Viral on Amazon and Apple for a fresh take on 80s nostalgia with a modern twist. --We couldn't do this without your support of The Most Excellent 80s Movies Podcast! Thank you!Join now for: $5/Month • $55/year • Learn More

Tonight starting with some wise words from Cary Grant. www.cocktailnation.net Chet Baker- Hollywood Tonight Johnny Greenwood- Spencer Martin Denny- Cool Piano Bar Specialists- Venice Piano Bar Music Anne Phillips -Lonelyville Art Pepper- These Foolish Things Astrud Gilberto- Dreamer Stacy Kent- I Know I Dream Alison Kraus-This Time The Dreams On Me Beverly Kenny-Its Magic The Voices of Walter Schumann- That Old Black Magic Robertt Farnon-Come Where My Love Lies Dreaming Jerry Goldsmith-New York Skyline Monica Mancin- Dreamsville Melanchrino Strings-Dream a Little Dream of Me  Stan Getz- Vivo Sonhando  Dave Valentin-Morning Light

Yet another pitcher, picking the wrong week to give up things, nicotine teens, several smiles, psych hospital as acting class, some talk on antidepressants, the dangers of do it yourself, EKG comedy, a great silly werewolf movie, the likable Gary Busey, the cautionary tale of Corey Haim, a horrific dance by Corey Feldman, you've got to know when to fold 'em, pizza and coke, a new drug no one needs, and a funny zombie high school movie. Stuff mentioned: Airplane (1980), Blazing Saddles (1974), Pee-Wee's Big Adventure (1985), Smile 2 (2024), Smile (2022), Terrifier 3 (2024), Smile (1975) Charlie Chaplin "Smile" (1936), Modern Times (1936), Silver Bullet (1985), The Lost Boys (1987), Dream a Little Dream (1989), Oliver Sacks Awakenings (1973), Awakenings (1990), Oliver Sacks Letters (2024), My Boyfriend's Back (1993), Close Encounters of the Third Kind (1977), and All the Right Moves (1983).

On tonight's show: Teddy Wilson, Stompin' at the Savoy Art Tatum, Where or When Ella Fitzgerald & Louis Armstrong, Dream a Little Dream of Me Artie Shaw, Monsoon Artie Shaw, Cream Puff Peggy Lee, Love Me or Leave Me Buddy DeFranco, Funky's Oncle Johnny Hodges, Jeep Bounces Back Don Ellis, Quiet Longing Duke Ellington (Betty Roché vocals), I Love My Lovin' Lover Boots Randolph, Billy's Bounce Chet Baker, Crazy She Calls Me Chet Baker with Paul Desmond, You Can't Go Home Again Eiji Kitamura, I Wanna Go Home

In this episode, we sit down with renowned digital collage artist Ted Chin, also known as Teds Little Dream. From his roots in Taiwan to his flourishing career in San Francisco, Ted shares how he's mastered the art of adaptation, continually learning and evolving with each new challenge. Known for his dreamy, surreal Photoshop compositions, Ted discusses his creative journey, working with global brands like Adobe, and how he captures the wonder of the world through his lens. Tune in to explore the mind of an artist who believes in never stopping the pursuit of learning and creativity.Our Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/myartisrealCollect Our Limited Edition Prints: https://myartisreal.com/Ted's Exhibition: https://www.eventbrite.com/e/head-in-the-clouds-gallery-exhibition-closing-party-information-tickets-1052731005777?aff=oddtdtcreatorTed's Website: https://www.tedslittledream.com/aboutMusic Credits:CUE Shop, Xylo-Ziko - Osmosis

Some of us like to dream and you could say that those of us who are the great creators! www.cocktailnation.net Astrud Gilberto - Dreamer Stacy Kent - I Know I Dream Alison Kraus - This Time The Dreams On Me Beverly Kenny - Its Magic The Voices of Walter Schumann - That Old Black Magic Monica Mancin - Dreamsville Melanchrino Strings - Dream a Little Dream of Me Chet Baker - Deep In A Dream James Spencer - Three Coins In The Fountain June Hutton - Dream David Benoit - Generations Jeremy Pelt - Soundtrack Paul Desomond-Suicide Is Painless Pat Martino - Lament Beegie Adair -Days of Wine and Roses

This week, we break down the "Two Corey's" movie, Dream a Little Dream! If you enjoy our videos and podcast, please rate and review the podcast on Spotify or Apple Podcast. Please Like the video and subscribe to our channel! https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC9s76g5DA_rrALAxFU-A7IA https://www.instagram.com/thefilmcrickets/ filmcrickets8099@gmail.com https://twitter.com/FilmCrickets Original music provided by Draco and the Malfoys https://www.evilwizardrock.com/ Vocal imaging by Steve Lavoie https://www.voices.com/profile/stevenlavoie#skill=voice-over

We're back at it and there is a lot to catch up on! The guys start by recapping some of the big national events. The shakeup at the Little Dream and whether it is a driver or builder that is ultimately responsible when it comes to illegal setups is debated. More balminating of Hoosier tires leads into quality issues with the upcoming contract. We round out this episode with talk on the format changes to the WISSOTA 100 and mathematician Dan crunches some numbers on car counts in WISSOTA country.

Kamala Harris has spoken about making childcare and eldercare more affordable, securing universal paid maternity leave and signing into law a bill that would restore and protect the right to abortion. So could these policies win her female votes, and how does this fit in with her strategy to try and beat Trump in the US presidential election? Anita Rani speaks to Dr Leslie Vinjamuri, director of Chatham House's US and Americas programme.Zara Sehar recently won the audience vote at the Roundhouse Poetry Slam competition, and joins Anita to talk about her work and perform from one of her poems, (Hon)our Killings. In it she mentions spoons in knickers, a tactic suggested to young girls being taken out of the country who are at airports and at risk of forced marriage. Natasha Rattu, Executive Director at Karma Nirvana explains why they give this advice to British-Asian girls.Rebecca Achieng Ajulu-Bushell was the first black woman to swim for Great Britain. Born in the UK, her family moved to Kenya when she was four. She started swimming competitively from the age of six and was world number one in the 50 metres breaststroke, aged 15. But Rebecca walked away from the sport ahead of the London 2012 Olympics. She has written a memoir, These Heavy Black Bones, in which she delves into how she achieved success but also what it cost her, physically and mentally, and why she gave it all up.It's 50 years since the death of the American singer Cass Elliot. She died at just 32, and her musical legacy includes some of the best-known songs of the 60s and 70s, from both her time in The Mamas & the Papas and her solo career. Eddi Fiegel, author of Dream a Little Dream of Me: The Life of 'Mama' Cass Elliot, tells Anita who she was.

August 20 - 26, 1988 This week Ken welcomes comedian and she of the stand up album "Soft Bones", the great Ellie Hino. Ken and Elli discuss Minneapolis, not knowing Canadian geography, growing up in Madison WI, Prince, Chris Farley, MTV, Target stores, corporate lingo, 21 Jump St, Fox TV's early days, Richard Grieco, Peter DeLouise, getting stoned and buying DVDs at Walmart, Johnny Depp, John Waters, Holly Robinson, amazing outfits, MORE Cigarettes, The Pleasure Principal, Benson and Hedges, the casual discussion of r*pe, refreshing discussions of race, the 20th Anniversary of MLK Jr's assassination, awful bathroom clocks, "Subtle bone", correspondence courses, "Do you want to make more money? sure, we all do", gun repair, Facts of Life, David Spade's dramatic turn, hour long dramedies on at 8pm on a Saturday, Frank's Place, Babe: Pig in the City, what Morton Downey Jr wrot, Wally George's Hot Seat, Teen actors, Rags to Riches, Baby Jessica, the end of Family Ties, The Misfits of Science, theme songs, The A-Team, Punky Brewster, The Young and the Restless, Michael Damien as Danny Romaladi, when actors sing, The Coreys, Dream a Little Dream, Newhart, gross scams, pageant kids, Hogan Family, Howard the Duck, grandmas and duck nipples, weird takes on Alice in Wonderland, I Dream of Jeanie: 15 Years Later, Telly Savalis as the Cheshire Cat, Back to School, Boston's strange compliments, sorting your hair out, Tan N Secrets, creepy fashion tan contests in Marlboro MA, Wade Bogs, Blacke's Magic, ghosts, Jenna Von Oy, 20/20, and hours of anxious pillow talk. 

Here is the playlist for the 07/21 episode of Crosswinds. Enjoy!Stan Kenton Orchestra- Intermission Riff (theme)Barry Manilow- Bandstand BoogieGlenn Miller Orchestra- Juke Box Saturday NightThe Andrews Sisters- Boogie Woogie Bugle BoyBrian Setzer Orchestra- The Dirty BoogieBig Bad Voodoo Daddy- The Boogie BumperMel Torme' - Cow Cow BoogieTommy Dorsey Orchestra- Boogie WoogieToshiko Akiyoshi- Feast in MilanoBob Curnow Big Band- Letter From HomeDarcy James Argue's Secret Society- The NeighborhoodDarcy James Argue's Secret Society- Coney IslandAlan Hewitt and One Nation- WunderlandDave Cuerton- Free FallingJoss Stone- Some Kind of WonderfulNorah Jones- It's a Wonderful Time for LoveElla Fitzgerald and Louis Armstrong- Dream a Little Dream of MeElla Fitzgerald- It's WonderfulDinner Party- For GrantedChick Corea Trio- Alice in WonderlandJohn Coltrane- LocomotionArt Blakey and the Jazz Messengers- JimerickBill Evans- On Green Dolphin StreetHerbie Hancock- Maiden VoyageWayne Shorter- E.S.P.Herbie Hancock Quartet- Eighty OneUmphrey's McGee- DivisionsVasil Hadzimanov Band- MaklikTigran Hamasyan- the Dream VoyagerThe Comet is Coming- The Universe Wakes UpPat Metheny Group- The Awakening

Tales of Barriss Offee Actress and voice actress Meredith Salenger joins the show to discuss her amazing career on-screen and behind the mic. You know Meredith from movies like Lake Placid and Dream a Little Dream, but more than likely, you know her best from her role as Barriss Offee in Star Wars: The Clone Wars and Tales of the Empire. We talk about all those roles, her marriage to Patton Oswalt, their one-time podcast, and much more. Be sure to check out her new movie, The Prank, which is available on digital streaming services like Apple TV, Amazon Prime Video, and others. And, don't forget to check out Patton Oswalt's comic book series, available from Dark Horse Comics, called "Minor Threats." For more on Meredith Salenger, please visit the following - Instagram - @meredithsalenger For more on our show partners - Tee See Tee (Use Code FSF15) - www.teeseetee.com Level Up Sabers https://bit.ly/FSFLevelUpSabers Win free loot - sign up here - www.fsfpopcast.com/contact Tim Beisiegels articles - https://couchsoup.com/author/byeseagull For more on our Show - Join our Patreon https://patreon.com/fsfpopcast Join our Discord! https://discord.gg/cpry4fCDTq Visit our website - https://www.fsfpopcast.com FSF PopCast on Twitter, Instagram, and Threads - @fsfpopcast

Tales of Barriss Offee Actress and voice actress Meredith Salenger joins the show to discuss her amazing career on-screen and behind the mic. You know Meredith from movies like Lake Placid and Dream a Little Dream, but more than likely, you know her best from her role as Barriss Offee in Star Wars: The Clone Wars and Tales of the Empire. We talk about all those roles, her marriage to Patton Oswalt, their one-time podcast, and much more. Be sure to check out her new movie, The Prank, which is available on digital streaming services like Apple TV, Amazon Prime Video, and others. And, don't forget to check out Patton Oswalt's comic book series, available from Dark Horse Comics, called "Minor Threats." For more on Meredith Salenger, please visit the following - Instagram - @meredithsalenger For more on our show partners - Tee See Tee (Use Code FSF15) - www.teeseetee.com Level Up Sabers https://bit.ly/FSFLevelUpSabers Win free loot - sign up here - www.fsfpopcast.com/contact Tim Beisiegels articles - https://couchsoup.com/author/byeseagull For more on our Show - Join our Patreon https://patreon.com/fsfpopcast Join our Discord! https://discord.gg/cpry4fCDTq Visit our website - https://www.fsfpopcast.com FSF PopCast on Twitter, Instagram, and Threads - @fsfpopcast

Our heroic--sorta--cats seek the answers to the mysteries that face them as they try to pierce the magical veil that shrouds Fizzy's Cozy Kitten Bookshop and Emporium. They'll probably wind up in a cemetery somewhere. Just sayin'. But will it turn out to be a Pet Semetary? Maaaaaybe. Join us and find out as we play the Cats of Catthulhu RPG! This episode stars C. Patrick Neagle as your host and game master; Sharon Gollery-LaFournese as Partita/Dr Grace Moreau; Jesse Baldwin as Mr Midnight/LJ Bradley; and Erik Halbert as Sploosh/Sloshy. This episode uses rules from the Cats of Catthulhu RPG by Joel Sparks. The Gothic Podcast is an actual-play horror-and-humor audio drama recorded from our cobbled together studios in Portland, OR and around the globe.  You can find us on Podbean at Gothicpodcast.com and on all sorts of social media. We would LOVE to hear from you, and we love your fan art. Plus check out our Patreon and join our Discord. Interact with the Gothic Podcast at YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCbUoGEQE2xKIhNX7sHyVXBg Twitter: https://twitter.com/gothicpodcast Instagram: https://instagram.com/thegothicpodcast Facebook: https://facebook.com/thegothicpodcast Tumblr: https://thegothicpodcast.tumblr.com ...and Discord: https://discord.gg/WKwyhzBey4 Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/thegothicpodcast   Theme Music by Zoe Hovland Cover Artwork by Jared George Art Thanks for joining us in the dark, Sojourners...

Tuesday, October 27, 2020 "So the guys show up and, man, these guys are the worst." The Yours, Mine, & Theirs 2020 scarefest CONCLUDES with a CONTINUATION of SLASHERS. Things go back to normal next month. OR WILL THEY?!Btw, we implemented a 5-minute timer this time to prevent ourselves from overly long movie summaries. Meeehhhh it worked a little.Stick around (IF YOU DARE) after the end theme music Roy and Jon draft their favorite Halloween playlist songs of the past 25 years! It may be extremely IRRELEVANT, yet FUN (ish)!0:00 -- Intro 7:26 -- Friday the 13th: The Final Chapter28:50 -- The Texas Chainsaw Massacre 249:05 -- Slumber Party Massacre II1.03:50 -- Awards and rankings1.47:03 -- Future business mingled with awards and rankings1.52:08 -- Horror hypotheticals2.03:08 -- Outro and 25th Halloween playlist song draftHey! Be sure to watch Police Academy 4: Citizens on Patrol, Jaws: The Revenge, and Dream a Little Dream for next time! Yes yes, we know we said Baby Geniuses 2 on the podcast, but we changed our minds on account that dumb baby movie is impossible to see.Hey! Subscribe in iTunes!Hey! Check out the Facebook page and vote on the next category!Hey! Check out Jon's YM&T Letterboxd list!Hey! Check out Roy's YM&T Letterboxd list!Hey! Email us at yoursminetheirspodcast@gmail.com! Send new topics! Send new theme songs!

Friday, July 23, 2021 "Well he fell on the ground and his heart landed on a bullet." Scott Steele joins us with two movies he loves and one movie he finally has an excuse to watch. Lots of hope amidst bullets.0:00 -- Intro (Scott, wow more Depeche talk, movie latelies)17:45 -- Literal viewer mail23:09 -- Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure57:03 -- Reservoir Dogs1.35:25 -- Shaun of the Dead1.59:55 -- Awards and rankings2.41:14 -- Future business2.52:37 -- Outro and outtakesHey! Be sure to watch Rocky III, Highlander II: The Quickening, and Dream a Little Dream 2 for next time! Hey! Leave us a voicemail at (801) 896-4542!Hey! Hear the Rewatchables podcast about Reservoir Dogs!Hey! See the Siskel and Ebert about Reservoir Dogs!Hey! See Scott and Jon's "The Last Zombie Movie Ever!"Hey! Subscribe in iTunes!Hey! Check out the Facebook page and vote on the next category!Hey! Check out Jon's YM&T Letterboxd list!Hey! Check out Roy's YM&T Letterboxd list!Hey! Email us at yoursminetheirspodcast@gmail.com! Send new topics! Send new theme songs!

Friday, August 6, 2021 "So do you know what Highlander II's really got going for it? At least for me when I watched it, what it really had going for it was the next day I watched Dream a Little Dream Part 2." Scott Steele returns and must deal with the burden of the nearly erased from history installments of Highlander, Dream a Little Dream, and Rocky. Stick around to hear which sequel he amazingly prefers to the original.0:00 -- Intro (Scott, current cinematic experiences)13:28 -- How good could this have been?20:00 -- Rocky III43:54 -- Highlander II1.06:55 -- Dream a Little Dream 21.40:12 -- Awards and rankings2.59:45 -- Future business (with Phil on the horn!)3.24:35 -- Outro and outtakesHey! Be sure to watch The Quiet Earth, Four Lions, and The World's End for next time! Hey! Leave us a voicemail at (801) 896-4542!Hey! Bootleg Butterbean!Hey! See that one Highlander II documentary about their trials in Argentina!Hey! See that Siskel and Ebert where they make fun of Highlander II!And also this one!Hey! An example of Jon and Scott's 48-hour film!Hey! We can't find a link to the halter top!Hey! Subscribe in iTunes!Hey! Check out the Facebook page and vote on the next category!Hey! Check out Jon's YM&T Letterboxd list!Hey! Check out Roy's YM&T Letterboxd list!Hey! Email us at yoursminetheirspodcast@gmail.com! Send new topics! Send new theme songs!

Blake and Ben sit down with multiple time Little Dream winner, Nick Traynor!  Check it out!Support the show

In this week's message Communications Pastor Chris Simmons explores the pursuit of Jesus, emphasizing the importance of seeing, staying, and standing with Him despite the obstacles that get in our way. We get to explore how God's dream for each of us is revealed through the familiar story of Zacchaeus.  

Dream (a Little Dream of Tea!)    Shopping Mall testimonials, but.. Lol just wants to buy a shirt! Recognition comes when you least expect it Budgie'll name that song in Three!!! Fame (What you Need You Have to Borrow!) On the Way Up or On the Way Down? How is that Old Band of Yours? My Grandad Loves you guys Fred Incognito in Las Vegas Liverpool (She's so Swishy in her Satin and Tat!) Fred hears the Gossip direct from the Birdie's beak The Bird had heard Not much had Changed Form a Band and Prepare for the Bitching OMG OMD we knew they were good – so it was War! Our Friends Electric? (Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?)  The Human League of Gentlemen All the Young Dudes – the Crooners from Sheffield The Cure members number a Baker's Dozen The Age of Aquarius spawned all the Cure drummers Where did it All Begin? (Again and again and again and again..) Transported back in Time with Fred as a Rabbit What's in Fred's Closet? - Comedic Drummer or Musical Comedian? We have the most gear, we sit at the back, but we have no mic! We is Getting Geeky, we reveal all the drummer's Nightmares And All the Fun! Cue the Click…… and Ignore it! All Will be Revealed (the Meaning of H.O.G. and Possibly Life!) Cut to Fred's Competition Time:  Drum Intros… Can You Beat our Times? Where have all Lol's Cymbals Gone? Fred laments his old Synth drums Keep it Strictly Limited! – See Y'all on the Road! _____ Respect: George ‘Kool & The Gang' Brown (15 January 1949 - 16 November 2023) _____ CONNECT WITH US: Curious Creatures: Website: https://curiouscreaturespodcast.com Facebook: @CuriousCreaturesOfficial Twitter: @curecreatures Instagram: @CuriousCreaturesOfficial Lol Tolhurst:  Website: https://loltolhurst.com Facebook: @officialloltolhurst  Twitter: @LolTolhurst  Instagram: @lol.tolhurst  Budgie:  Facebook: @budgieofficial  Twitter: @TuWhit2whoo Instagram: @budgie646 Lol Tolhurst x Budgie x Jacknife Lee: Facebook: @loltolhurstxbudgiexjacknifelee  Twitter: @LolBudgieJCKNF Instagram: @lolxbudgiexjacknifelee Curious Creatures is a partner of the Double Elvis podcast network. For more of the best music storytelling follow @DoubleElvis on Instagram or search Double Elvis in your podcast app. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

We get vaporized by Godzilla Minus One plus we also discuss Love Has Won: The Cult of Mother God, My Animal, The Caine Mutiny Court-Martial, Dumb Money and Dream a Little Dream. 0:00 - Intro 19:40 - Review: Godzilla Minus One 46:50 - Other Stuff We Watched: Love Has Won: The Cult of Mother God, Sick, My Animal, Monarch: Legacy of Monsters, Dream a Little Dream, The Caine Mutiny Court-Martial, Mister Organ, Dumb Money 1:33:55- This Week on DVD, Blu-ray and VOD 1:39:05 - Outro 1:40:34 - Spoiler Review: Godzilla Minus One

Nine Till Midnight is a collaborative storytelling event between 15 podcasts: Malevolent Nowhere, On Air Out of the Ashes Parkdale Haunt The Cellar Letters The Dead Letter Office of Somewhere, Ohio The Night Post The Storage Papers Wake of Corrosion WOE.BEGONE Hell Gate City Ain't Slayed Nobody Maeltopia The Ostium Podcast Hello From The Hallowoods Content warning: General horror, swearing throughout Produced by Harlan Guthrie Master edit by Harlan Guthrie “Nine Till Midnight” was written by Harlan Guthrie Performed by Harlan Guthrie, Dylan Griggs, Kevin Berrey, Shaun Pellington, Rae Lundberg, Vincent Comegys-Davis, Jesse Syratt, Alex Nursall, Emily Kellogg, Ian Boddy, Rat Grimes, Alex C. Telander, William A. Wellman, Jeremy Enfinger, Nathan Lunsford, Steven Anzalone, Danny Scott, Bob Danielson, Nic Rosenberg, and Jamie Petronis. THE DEAD LETTER OFFICE OF SOMEWHERE, OHIO   “Downtown Train” was written, performed, and scored by Rat Grimes. Sound effects courtesy of Pixabay.   CW: mild body horror   Website: www.somewhereohio.com PARKDALE HAUNT   “PROGRAM END” was written by Alex Nursall, with engineering and sound design by Ian Boddy. Performed by Emily Kellogg, Alex Nursall, and Ian Boddy.   CW: disappearances   Website: www.parkdalehaunt.com WOE.BEGONE   “That's How I Beat Shrek” was written and performed by Dylan Griggs.    CW: violence, monsters, burning of skin   Website: www.woebegonepod.com  WAKE OF CORROSION   “Symmetry” was written and performed by Shaun Pellington.    CW: mild threat, confined spaces   Website: wakeofcorrosion.com THE NIGHT POST   “Little Dream of Me” was written, performed, and sound designed by Rae Lundberg.   CW: unreality, scopophobia, distorted/artificial voices, disordered sleep   Website: nightpostpod.com THE STORAGE PAPERS   “Four Missing” was written by Jeremy Enfinger, and performed by Jeremy Enfinger and Nathan Lunsford. Music and sound effects provided by Freesound.org and Zapsplat.   CW: general horror and themes of death (adult and child) Website: www.thestoragepapers.com   NOWHERE, ON AIR   “The Tunnels” was written, scored, and performed by Jesse Syratt. Sounds licensed under Creative Commons, courtesy of Freesound.org contributors (listed in transcript).   CW: possible claustrophobia, confinement, and loud sudden noises   Website: www.nowhereonair.carrd.co OUT OF THE ASHES   “The Wish Ledger” was written by Vincent Comegys-Davis and performed by Vincent Comegys-Davis and Rae Lundberg.   CW: n/a   Website: www.outoftheashespodcast.com THE CELLAR LETTERS   “Scab” was written by Jamie Petronis. Performed by Jamie Petronis (Guy), Jeremy Enfinger (P.A.), and Alex C. Telander (Actor)   CW: general horror, confusion, sounds of bones breaking, sounds of disemboweling, sounds of death, sounds of dismemberment, mention of child death    Website: www.thecellarletters.com HELL GATE CITY   “Baba Yaga O'Reilly” was written and performed by Kevin Berrey.   CW: the disappearance and likely murder of the unhoused, neglect of public goods and destruction of the commons, flooding and climate change, abduction, abandonment, neglect, invasion of privacy, assault, illegal trespassing, insinuated adultery, a broken ankle, sludge, the threat of being eaten by a monster or 'evil witch', death by immolation, vigilantism, severely inflated and inhumane housing costs   Website: www.hellgatecity.com THE OSTIUM PODCAST   “Grävling” was written and performed by Alex C. Telander.     CW: gore, child death and mutilation   Website: www.ostiumnetwork.com HELLO FROM THE HALLOWOODS   “Mr. Burroughs' Day Out” was written and performed by William A. Wellman. Soundtracks included ‘The Void' by Stephen Keech, ‘Bad Friends' by Tamuz Dekel, ‘Dark Blood' by Jimmy Svensson, ‘Outer Limits' by Theatre of Delays, and ‘Aftershocks', by Ardie Son, and were used under license from Artlist.io   CW: mental health disorders, asylums, human experiments, straightjackets, imprisonment, needles, injections, blood, eye injuries, scalpels, medical horror, body horror, rats, cannibalism   Website: www.hellofromthehallowoods.com MAELTOPIA   “The Hollow School” was written by Mark Anzalone, and performed and produced by Steven Anzalone.   CW: horror imagery, death   Website: www.maeltopia.com AIN'T SLAYED NOBODY   “Deep Vellum” was written by Graeme Patrick. Editing, sound design, and production by Corbin Cupp.    Performances by Danny Scott (as Mike), Bob Danielson (as Dan, The Voice), and Nic Rosenberg (as Andrea)   CW: betrayal, isolation, profanity, violence, water submersion    Website: www.aintslayednobody.com "The Scarecrow" by Harlan Guthrie, read by Harlan Guthrie CW: death, violence, blood, bones, undead Website: www.malevolent.ca 

Nine Till Midnight is a collaborative storytelling event between 15 podcasts: Malevolent Nowhere, On Air Out of the Ashes Parkdale Haunt The Cellar Letters The Dead Letter Office of Somewhere, Ohio The Night Post The Storage Papers Wake of Corrosion WOE.BEGONE Hell Gate City Ain't Slayed Nobody Maeltopia The Ostium Podcast Hello From The Hallowoods Content warning: General horror, swearing throughout Produced by Harlan Guthrie Master edit by Harlan Guthrie “Nine Till Midnight” was written by Harlan Guthrie Performed by Harlan Guthrie, Dylan Griggs, Kevin Berrey, Shaun Pellington, Rae Lundberg, Vincent Comegys-Davis, Jesse Syratt, Alex Nursall, Emily Kellogg, Ian Boddy, Rat Grimes, Alex C. Telander, William A. Wellman, Jeremy Enfinger, Nathan Lunsford, Steven Anzalone, Danny Scott, Bob Danielson, Nic Rosenberg, and Jamie Petronis. THE DEAD LETTER OFFICE OF SOMEWHERE, OHIO   “Downtown Train” was written, performed, and scored by Rat Grimes. Sound effects courtesy of Pixabay.   CW: mild body horror   Website: www.somewhereohio.com PARKDALE HAUNT   “PROGRAM END” was written by Alex Nursall, with engineering and sound design by Ian Boddy. Performed by Emily Kellogg, Alex Nursall, and Ian Boddy.   CW: disappearances   Website: www.parkdalehaunt.com WOE.BEGONE   “That's How I Beat Shrek” was written and performed by Dylan Griggs.    CW: violence, monsters, burning of skin   Website: www.woebegonepod.com  WAKE OF CORROSION   “Symmetry” was written and performed by Shaun Pellington.    CW: mild threat, confined spaces   Website: wakeofcorrosion.com THE NIGHT POST   “Little Dream of Me” was written, performed, and sound designed by Rae Lundberg.   CW: unreality, scopophobia, distorted/artificial voices, disordered sleep   Website: nightpostpod.com THE STORAGE PAPERS   “Four Missing” was written by Jeremy Enfinger, and performed by Jeremy Enfinger and Nathan Lunsford. Music and sound effects provided by Freesound.org and Zapsplat.   CW: general horror and themes of death (adult and child) Website: www.thestoragepapers.com   NOWHERE, ON AIR   “The Tunnels” was written, scored, and performed by Jesse Syratt. Sounds licensed under Creative Commons, courtesy of Freesound.org contributors (listed in transcript).   CW: possible claustrophobia, confinement, and loud sudden noises   Website: www.nowhereonair.carrd.co OUT OF THE ASHES   “The Wish Ledger” was written by Vincent Comegys-Davis and performed by Vincent Comegys-Davis and Rae Lundberg.   CW: n/a   Website: www.outoftheashespodcast.com THE CELLAR LETTERS   “Scab” was written by Jamie Petronis. Performed by Jamie Petronis (Guy), Jeremy Enfinger (P.A.), and Alex C. Telander (Actor)   CW: general horror, confusion, sounds of bones breaking, sounds of disemboweling, sounds of death, sounds of dismemberment, mention of child death    Website: www.thecellarletters.com HELL GATE CITY   “Baba Yaga O'Reilly” was written and performed by Kevin Berrey.   CW: the disappearance and likely murder of the unhoused, neglect of public goods and destruction of the commons, flooding and climate change, abduction, abandonment, neglect, invasion of privacy, assault, illegal trespassing, insinuated adultery, a broken ankle, sludge, the threat of being eaten by a monster or 'evil witch', death by immolation, vigilantism, severely inflated and inhumane housing costs   Website: www.hellgatecity.com THE OSTIUM PODCAST   “Grävling” was written and performed by Alex C. Telander.     CW: gore, child death and mutilation   Website: www.ostiumnetwork.com HELLO FROM THE HALLOWOODS   “Mr. Burroughs' Day Out” was written and performed by William A. Wellman. Soundtracks included ‘The Void' by Stephen Keech, ‘Bad Friends' by Tamuz Dekel, ‘Dark Blood' by Jimmy Svensson, ‘Outer Limits' by Theatre of Delays, and ‘Aftershocks', by Ardie Son, and were used under license from Artlist.io   CW: mental health disorders, asylums, human experiments, straightjackets, imprisonment, needles, injections, blood, eye injuries, scalpels, medical horror, body horror, rats, cannibalism   Website: www.hellofromthehallowoods.com MAELTOPIA   “The Hollow School” was written by Mark Anzalone, and performed and produced by Steven Anzalone.   CW: horror imagery, death   Website: www.maeltopia.com AIN'T SLAYED NOBODY   “Deep Vellum” was written by Graeme Patrick. Editing, sound design, and production by Corbin Cupp.    Performances by Danny Scott (as Mike), Bob Danielson (as Dan, The Voice), and Nic Rosenberg (as Andrea)   CW: betrayal, isolation, profanity, violence, water submersion    Website: www.aintslayednobody.com "The Scarecrow" by Harlan Guthrie, read by Harlan Guthrie CW: death, violence, blood, bones, undead Website: www.malevolent.ca 

Nine Till Midnight is a collaborative storytelling event between 15 podcasts: Malevolent Nowhere, On Air Out of the Ashes Parkdale Haunt The Cellar Letters The Dead Letter Office of Somewhere, Ohio The Night Post The Storage Papers Wake of Corrosion WOE.BEGONE Hell Gate City Ain't Slayed Nobody Maeltopia The Ostium Podcast Hello From The Hallowoods Content warning: General horror, swearing throughout Produced by Harlan Guthrie Master edit by Harlan Guthrie “Nine Till Midnight” was written by Harlan Guthrie Performed by Harlan Guthrie, Dylan Griggs, Kevin Berrey, Shaun Pellington, Rae Lundberg, Vincent Comegys-Davis, Jesse Syratt, Alex Nursall, Emily Kellogg, Ian Boddy, Rat Grimes, Alex C. Telander, William A. Wellman, Jeremy Enfinger, Nathan Lunsford, Steven Anzalone, Danny Scott, Bob Danielson, Nic Rosenberg, and Jamie Petronis. THE DEAD LETTER OFFICE OF SOMEWHERE, OHIO   “Downtown Train” was written, performed, and scored by Rat Grimes. Sound effects courtesy of Pixabay.   CW: mild body horror   Website: www.somewhereohio.com PARKDALE HAUNT   “PROGRAM END” was written by Alex Nursall, with engineering and sound design by Ian Boddy. Performed by Emily Kellogg, Alex Nursall, and Ian Boddy.   CW: disappearances   Website: www.parkdalehaunt.com WOE.BEGONE   “That's How I Beat Shrek” was written and performed by Dylan Griggs.    CW: violence, monsters, burning of skin   Website: www.woebegonepod.com  WAKE OF CORROSION   “Symmetry” was written and performed by Shaun Pellington.    CW: mild threat, confined spaces   Website: wakeofcorrosion.com THE NIGHT POST   “Little Dream of Me” was written, performed, and sound designed by Rae Lundberg.   CW: unreality, scopophobia, distorted/artificial voices, disordered sleep   Website: nightpostpod.com THE STORAGE PAPERS   “Four Missing” was written by Jeremy Enfinger, and performed by Jeremy Enfinger and Nathan Lunsford. Music and sound effects provided by Freesound.org and Zapsplat.   CW: general horror and themes of death (adult and child) Website: www.thestoragepapers.com   NOWHERE, ON AIR   “The Tunnels” was written, scored, and performed by Jesse Syratt. Sounds licensed under Creative Commons, courtesy of Freesound.org contributors (listed in transcript).   CW: possible claustrophobia, confinement, and loud sudden noises   Website: www.nowhereonair.carrd.co OUT OF THE ASHES   “The Wish Ledger” was written by Vincent Comegys-Davis and performed by Vincent Comegys-Davis and Rae Lundberg.   CW: n/a   Website: www.outoftheashespodcast.com THE CELLAR LETTERS   “Scab” was written by Jamie Petronis. Performed by Jamie Petronis (Guy), Jeremy Enfinger (P.A.), and Alex C. Telander (Actor)   CW: general horror, confusion, sounds of bones breaking, sounds of disemboweling, sounds of death, sounds of dismemberment, mention of child death    Website: www.thecellarletters.com HELL GATE CITY   “Baba Yaga O'Reilly” was written and performed by Kevin Berrey.   CW: the disappearance and likely murder of the unhoused, neglect of public goods and destruction of the commons, flooding and climate change, abduction, abandonment, neglect, invasion of privacy, assault, illegal trespassing, insinuated adultery, a broken ankle, sludge, the threat of being eaten by a monster or 'evil witch', death by immolation, vigilantism, severely inflated and inhumane housing costs   Website: www.hellgatecity.com THE OSTIUM PODCAST   “Grävling” was written and performed by Alex C. Telander.     CW: gore, child death and mutilation   Website: www.ostiumnetwork.com HELLO FROM THE HALLOWOODS   “Mr. Burroughs' Day Out” was written and performed by William A. Wellman. Soundtracks included ‘The Void' by Stephen Keech, ‘Bad Friends' by Tamuz Dekel, ‘Dark Blood' by Jimmy Svensson, ‘Outer Limits' by Theatre of Delays, and ‘Aftershocks', by Ardie Son, and were used under license from Artlist.io   CW: mental health disorders, asylums, human experiments, straightjackets, imprisonment, needles, injections, blood, eye injuries, scalpels, medical horror, body horror, rats, cannibalism   Website: www.hellofromthehallowoods.com MAELTOPIA   “The Hollow School” was written by Mark Anzalone, and performed and produced by Steven Anzalone.   CW: horror imagery, death   Website: www.maeltopia.com AIN'T SLAYED NOBODY   “Deep Vellum” was written by Graeme Patrick. Editing, sound design, and production by Corbin Cupp.    Performances by Danny Scott (as Mike), Bob Danielson (as Dan, The Voice), and Nic Rosenberg (as Andrea)   CW: betrayal, isolation, profanity, violence, water submersion    Website: www.aintslayednobody.com "The Scarecrow" by Harlan Guthrie, read by Harlan Guthrie CW: death, violence, blood, bones, undead Website: www.malevolent.ca 

In Episode 9 of Don't F*ck This Up, Lauren links up with Nike Global Trainer and the Founder of Made Of Protein, Kirsty Godso. Kirsty and Lauren talk toxic enlightenment, the downside of Erewhon smoothies, LA vs. NYC, and why it's always a good idea to bet on yourself. Kirsty also shares why it's okay to work in private, how not having boundaries literally broke her body and the reason she considers herself a professional cheerleader.Download, review, and follow the podcast so you never miss an episode. Follow Don't Fuck This Up on IG: @dontfuckthisup.podcastFollow Lauren Alvarez on IG: @LaurentheAlvarezFollow Kirsty on IG: @kirstygodso / Train with Kirsty | @nikewellcollective Try Made Of Protein: @madeof_____ | www.madeof.lifeEmail the show at advice@dontfckthisup.com for your questions to be answered on an upcoming episode!

Our journey to curing Yonah continues as we head to the Forest of Myth. This week we talk about Nier Replicant's different approaches to shaking up the hacking and slashing, and how it sometimes works and sometimes doesn't. Enjoy the show! Become a Normandy FM patron: http://patreon.com/normandyfm Follow us on Twitter: Normandy FM: @normandyfmshow Eric: @seamoosi Ken: @shepardcdr