Mother’s neighbor Phyllis almost never speaks. She coos—she smiles—she loves to hug and dance but speaking—not so much. But today she and Mom and I began singing “Oh, What a Beautiful Morning” and to my surprise and delight, I heard her sing the lyrics. The more we sang, the clearer her voice became. She stood behind me—hugging me, pounding my shoulders to the beat and swaying to the music. Fabulous!
Here is Mom’s equally fascinating take on Mount Rainier.
