The heat begins to rise the moment the sun peeks through the Florida foliage.
I want to take 3 minutes of your time to talk about a serious subject:
My mom died from sun stroke. It was like Alzheimer’s happening over a period of one week.
As her brain swelled, she complained of a headache. You might say, “so what, we all get headaches.”
My mom was a teenager when the stock market crashed in 1929. She’d just entered adulthood when the food riots began in 1931, and by the time she turned 20, the Great Depression was at its peak.
The songs written during that time were meant to sprinkle tiny little sparkles of hope into otherwise dismal lives; songs like “Singin’ in the Rain,” and “Somewhere over the Rainbow.”
The 20-somethings of the Great Depression internalized 2 messages as they struggled to find hope:
- “Every cloud…
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