Top 10 That’s-What-She-Saids Made by Golf Announcers Today.
If it were a drinking game, we’d all be wasted.
Author: Jennifer Daniels Neal
A songwriter and performer out of Lookout Mountain, Georgia, I like to foster community among Creatives, especially among "Christians who cuss" (as one author friend puts it). I use humor and sarcasm liberally (sometimes to hide). And my favorite thing in the world is making people laugh. Unless it's making them cry.
I just finished a novel about a badass, but badly damaged Star who finds herself among a hilarious group of friends who try to re-ignite her Star power. Not sure about the title yet. I've released seven music albums for adults, one for kids, and a picture book. Email me at Jennifer.Daniels.Neal@gmail.com
Lufthansa Joy
The how-can-you-be-that-tall, male (not that I noticed, because I am super politically correct), and incredibly handsome (again, refer to prior parentheses) flight attendant, who had already handled several seating emergencies with both gentle and authoritative diplomacy…
It’s a little funny, because I was using the f word to…
I’d like to host a “Let’s explore HOW to approach words and songs.” Word choice, hyperbole, tone, jackassedness… Let’s respect the artist enough to 1) trust that the use of each word is intentional, and 2) Listen to what is actually being said. We’re quick to judge, but slow to engage. We’ve lost the ability to be penetrated. (Stop. No that’s-what-she-saids today. It’s just…it’s too soon.)
A Plain White Jennifer
I’m not Asian. I’m not transgender. I’m not cool. (I’m a little cool.) But I’m not marginalized. And, although I’m good on stage (because y’all crack me up, and I like you), I still don’t have the booking thing down. I’m just a plain white Jennifer.
The Forgiveness Mystery
Looking back, it was like I took stage bearing a deformity, or like when you’re first pregnant and the life changing fact of the little person growing inside is all occupying (not to compare deformity to pregnancy).
It hurts to grieve.
The same way that a drowning man might keep from expressing his predicament, in isolation and panic and fear that the water will come rushing down his throat, I kept quiet, distracted, and busy flailing my creative limbs.
