Coronavirus ramble: Tips, revelations and advice for the collective


  • Reaching out for help
  • Imagination and daydreaming
  • Global interdependence
  • Concern for the collective: (Hint:  It’s NOT us and them!)

I’m talkin’ ’bout ALL dat!

Oh yeah, please forgive that spot where I literally begin to stammer! I got distracted by Angel, my little doggie.

Chile ain’t nobody got time to be editing out everything; just disregard that and focus on the message. Thank you!

May contain adult language and situations 🙂

Run time:  Less than 15 minutes

LadyG loves YOU!


Fae: An Ode to the Generous

Photo taken by LadyG during a morning walk

If a man says, “I love God,” and hates his brother, he is a liar; for he who doesn’t love his brother whom he has seen, how can he love God whom he has not seen?

–1 John 4:20

Just behind this door resides a noble little fae

Who has an open heart of gold for those who’ve lost their way.

She gathers all her eensy friends;

They know just what to do.

They share their food,

They offer care,

They teach eternal truth,

No questions asked;

No judgments made;

No hoarding of “the loot.”

They know that one can’t pull a strap unless he has a boot.

-Lady G


A simple rhyme from LadyG’s imagination!


Lately, I find myself so disheartened by current events; especially in the U.S.

Seriously! I often wonder if people realize that our children are looking on as adults act like violent and malicious spoiled brats who are singularly focused on what is best for them and theirs.

Everything is…



THEM!  They are the problem!

What about US?

What’s our role?

What are we teaching our babies when we behave this way?

What are we teaching ourselves…The world?

We can do better!

Question, do all of the God-fearing folks really believe in and have reverence for God?

Simply put, you can’t love God in heaven while stepping all over your brother on Earth.

I’ve had enough!

And so…

I’ve created my own alternate world where love, kindness and generousity reign.

I’ve done it before.

Does anybody want to join me?  Plan to pray and meditate 🙂

Love and light to you all 💋


I Sing and Dance!


My Son:  “Mom…please…please…please…you gotta stop…you’re embarrassing us!”

Me:  “I don’t care what these people think about me…I gotta get my happy however I can!”

I can’t tell you how many times my son and daughter have decidedly hidden from me in the midst of grocery shopping.

They simply CANNOT  with me and my impromptu performances!

That said, I must come clean and confess that I am that lady who dances and sings up and down every aisle at Publix…and sometimes Kroger.

Supermarket sound systems…I love ’em!

Yep! That was me you saw twirling past the tomatoes and rocking by the waffles.

And you know what?

I DON’T give a hoot!

I’m gonna sing and dance until I die!


You see, it all started long ago…

I always wanted to be a ballerina or perform modern dance.

Alas…there were no funds for such!

To put it bluntly, Mama and Daddy didn’t have the money for lessons.

Further, they lacked any appreciation for that realm of the arts.

And so…

I made believe and danced my little dance…

And I did it everywhere…

All the time!

Dancing and singing all the way through life.

Even into motherhood…much to the chagrin of my children!

Oh, but not to worry, they’ve grown accustomed.

They’ve learned to let me be.

Because if they try to shut me up I’ll only sing louder and dance harder!

And there…right there in the produce section… I find happiness with two of my favorite people!

🙂 🙂 🙂

I danced with both of my babies at home and all over the stores to this song!


Still dancing to this one!


I play this whenever I’m about to take a flight!  Go Rod!


For my son!  I wish him a safe flight into the sunset— headed to Seattle and Portland!

I love you man!  Have a blast! See ya when you get back home 💋


Love and light to you all!

Enjoy your week!



Dreams Made Manifest

Glo and Terry McMillan
Gloria with author Terry McMillan at a book signing in Seattle

They who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.  -Edgar Allan Poe

Dream, dream, dream!  Never underestimate the power of your dreams! Dreams can take you to places that are elusive to your rational mind.

How do I know?  Because I have made many dreams come true. In my mind, there is no way for you to attain an ideal life without first traveling through your dreams and imagination.  Please trust and believe that God gifted you with these abilities for a reason.

As you might have guessed, I like to surround myself with folks who are, in this way, like-minded.

With that said, I give you one of my oldest and dearest friends Gloria.  Gloria is a dreamer!  Sometimes she dreams alone and sometimes we dream together, and, as a result, she recently acquired her dream job in her dream city and she is now living her dream life.

Notice how I keep repeating the word ‘dream’?  It’s intentional 🙂

Friends, do understand that preparation is of the utmost importance.  But remember, once you are sufficiently prepared, you must allow yourself to indulge your imagination.  If you do this, you will experience a lovely life that unfolds with ease and grace.

And now, I leave you with the following quote:

People who lean on logic and philosophy and rational exposition end by starving the best part of the mind.  -William Butler Yeats


My friends, let us commence!






Get Outside and Play!


baby gwin and mama
Me and Mama


“Take your a$$ somewhere and sit down!”

“Don’t you see grown folks talkin’?  Go on outside and play!”

These were a few of mama’s favorite commands especially after me or my brother had asked one too many questions.  To be fair, mama wasn’t the only one to say that to me… and damn near every other kid in the general vicinity.  In fact, we were just as likely to hear those declarations from aunts, uncles, family friends, neighbors and so on.

You see, in those days, every responsible adult kept watch over all of the children in his or her presence.  That said, there was an unspoken agreement that if a child misbehaved, he or she should and could be disciplined by just about any sensible grownup.

Talk about neighborhood watch!

Anyway, whenever  we took our a$$es outside, we played all sorts of games.  Some of my favorites were:

Mother May I?

Blind Man’s Bluff



Hide and Seek (When I got older the boys wanted to play something called ‘Hide and Go Get It!’)  But intuitively I knew better than to play that game.

Moving on…

Needless to say, my cohorts and I played all of these games at school as well.  But, at school, we also engaged in something I like to call ‘hood cheerleading.’

Confused?  Ok, let me explain.  Basically, a ‘hood cheer’ is a chant that sounds similar to the formal chants that you might hear from a ‘real cheerleader.’  However, ‘hood cheers’  had a tendency to lean more toward the omlish side.

By the way, ‘omlish’ is a Southern term for a little girl who acts like a grown woman, probably a corruption of ‘womanish.’

Either way, I loved ‘hood cheers.’  Believe it or not, I can still vividly remember the excitement of engaging in these little ‘call and response’ masterpieces!

Now, if you will, please check out 9 year old ‘me’ as I say my rhyme in one of my favorite ‘hood cheers:’


ALL:  Hooley, Hooley! Who think they bad?  

Me:   I do!

ALL:  Hooley, Hooley! Who think they bad?

Me:   Well I think I’m bad and Gwin is my name.  Boys follow me ’cause they like what they see.  I got this dude on my mind, don’t you worry ’bout his sign!  I got his picture in a frame, don’t you worry ’bout his name!  

ALL:  Um! She think she bad!

Me:  BayBEE… I know I’m bad!

ALL: Um! She think she fine!

Me:  Finer than the best red wine!  

ALL:  Hooley, hooley!  Who think they bad?

And on it went until each girl had her chance to tell us why she thought she was bad—in rhyme form!  It should be noted that my rhyme was pretty standard; most of the girls said something very similar.

That sh!t makes me die laughing as I think about it today!

Side note:  I went on to become a well respected high school varsity cheerleader for 3 years.  I was also Co-captain my senior year.  Suffice it to say, by that time, my cheerleading style was much more refined, precise and sportsmanlike!  LOL!!

At any rate, I hate to be the old fogey lamenting over “the kids today…”  But I do have to say that children’s games these days lack the creativity and imagination that accompanied the games that we played; not to mention the exercise 😦  Frankly, schools are partially to blame because they opted to remove recess and physical education from the curriculum. Honestly, I think we need to rethink that move.

So now that you’ve  heard my take, what games did you play?

As for me, I’m glad mama’nem made us take our a$$es outside!








Imaginary Germany

Imaginary Germany
Somewhere in ‘Germany’

Alright, I’ll admit that the picture above was NOT taken in Germany-at least not the real Germany.  Of course, If you are familiar with the flora and fauna native to Germany then you probably already knew that. Now, if you feel that I led you astray, please accept my apologies.  Maybe I can make it up to you later.  So, with that said, I hope that you will indulge me a little bit and join me here as I tell you about my imaginary Germany.  

Now, you might be wondering why I created an imaginary Germany.  Well, in order to answer that question,  I’ll need to offer a bit of background.  By the way, now is a great time to go get a beverage to enjoy while I regale you with this nostalgic tale.  Anyway, when I was a little girl, my dad used to tell me all about these magnificent German castles that he saw as a young military police officer in the United States Air Force.  If memory serves, dad mentioned being stationed at Sembach Air Base which was located near Kaiserslautern, Germany.  By the way, he also mentioned a place called Grunstadt.  Now I can’t tell you a thing about how these places are related, all I know is that Kaiserslautern and Grunstadt are both located somewhere in Germany.  At any rate, Dad’s castle stories were the perfect foundation for my imaginary Germany.

Interestingly, Dad wasn’t my only source for tales about Germany. As fate would have it, when I was about 4 years old, we moved next door to a lady who was from Pirmasens.  Where, pray tell, is Pirmasens? You guessed it!  Germany! Needless to say, as I grew older, I worried this poor lady to death with all kinds of questions about Deutschland. One of my biggest thrills was listening to her speak German with friends and family.  Even though I couldn’t understand a word they said, I had fun pretending that I could.

As the years progressed, this neighbor, as well as her son, became like a second family for me.  Whenever I visited them, I would admire the beautiful steins that she kept in a huge mahogany cabinet near a big brown cuckoo clock.  I remember being so curious about the German artisans who crafted each item. Though I didn’t know anything about them, it was pretty clear to me that there was some manner of sorcery involved in the creation of that cuckoo clock.  Why you ask?  Because it accurately predicted the weather!  You heard me! That clock predicted the weather! My neighbor told me that if the little man popped out of the clock it would be sunny and if the lady came out we could expect rain. Believe it or not, the clock was never wrong! Now if that’s not magic, I just don’t know what is!

By the time I was a teenager, my neighbor would ‘hire me’ to water her garden and care for her dogs whenever she went back to Pirmasens. To say that she had a green thumb was an understatement.  Every spring and summer her garden was filled with a wonderful array of vibrantly colored flowers.  Needless to say, when she was away, I did my best to keep everything just as she had left it.  Who cares that she paid me with German chocolate bars!  I didn’t mind!  I enjoyed the work.  By the way, have you ever tasted genuine German chocolate candy bars? So good!  

Suffice it to say, after years and years of secondhand exposure to Germany, my imaginary Germany grew to be quite robust!

Right now, I can only dream about going to the real Germany.  But, while I wait for this dream to become a reality, I go to imaginary Germany to take alpine hikes and dream of castles, steins, psychic cuckoo clocks, gardens and chocolate bars.

Could somebody please ask Rick Steves if he needs a co-host for his next tour in Germany.

Where in the world do you want to go?