The Potty Mouth Granny

When it comes to music, I gravitate towards music that fulfills a need in my soul. Now, the soul is a multifaceted being, therefore, my soul has different needs.

Sometimes, my soul needs Donny Hathaway. Passionate. Longing. Poignant.

On other days, my soul needs Sade. Silky. Cool. Sultry.

And sometimes, my soul needs Too Short. Loud. Funny. Searing.

Each of them feeds a different corner of who I am — the thinker, the dreamer, the survivor. Music is my mirror, my medicine, my memory. My soul.