La Femmena ala Mother Goose

Yesterday’s journey of errands brought this goose to the door of La Femmena Consignment Boutique in Oak Park. I was completely unaware of the blessings awaiting…

The window displays are so enticing!

As I stepped inside, the sounds of gospel music brought the sweet presence of Jesus into my experience. There were ladies at the counter blessing each other, and praising God for His love and goodness. I knew, at that moment, that I had stumbled unto a unique experience — another grand adventure for Mother Goose.

La Femmena has designer clothes at unbelievable prices, and their selection is incredible. I immediately found a skirt to try on, and a very kind woman showed me to the dressing room. It FIT perfectly which is sometimes a problem for Mother Goose. You see, I have a fairly thick waistline. Skirts are often cut very narrowly in the waist — do most women have such tiny waistlines? I don’t know about you gals, but my waistline has always been quite round and growing rounder through the years…

So I found a lovely skirt, and just then my phone rang! It was my precious daughter asking to be picked up from the train on her way home from school. My first thought, “Oh noooo, now I don’t have time to pick out a top to go with my new skirt.” But the loving ladies at this amazing shop knew their inventory so well — there was no need to worry about my time crunch at all. I asked in a quiet little honking way, “Do you think you have any tops that might match this skirt? I’d like something sleeveless in a size 10 or 12.”

Suddenly, they had the perfect teal sleeveless shell, and it’s VELVET!

And then I began to notice their collection of shoes…

They have such a wonderful selection!

Omigooseness their shoes! I smiled to myself, knowing that I was going to leave this store with a brand new outfit complete with shoes, and also I’d be looking so good for our dinner out with friends that evening.

Ladies, did I mention that they were in the middle of their season end sale? Did I mention that everything I bought was 85% off the ticket price? Did I mention that the velvet top and the precious designer shoes had never been worn and had tags on them?

Did I mention how gracious these women were to show me so much attention and to be so helpful, even though I am a goose? They sang songs of sweet praise to God as they worked, and I left the store feeling like somebody really loved me and cared about me. I felt completely that the Lord had blessed me and showed me much favor in that little shop in Oak Park.

La Femmena is simply love... Love is patient, love is kind.

I cannot wait to go back to La Femmena! Honk honk!

And the big reveal!

A Busy Goose is a Happy Goose

Please excuse Mother Goose for the lapse in her writing and story-telling! I’ve been so busy having adventures and attending events that I haven’t taken the time to write about them. So here I am…

Mr. Mother Goose called me a bon vivant a couple of days ago. (Of course, because I am a goose, I had to look it up in the dictionary to see if it was a compliment.) Now that I know the definition, I flap with pleasure to agree with him. Merriam-Webster folks say this about that: a person having cultivated, refined, and sociable tastes especially with respect to food and drink. The literal French means “good liver”. So, of course, that would be me!

I would like to add that I am also very socially busy these days. Winter is coming to its end here in Oak Park, and the geese are coming out of hibernation in our village. We are getting out and about. Or if you are “up north”, you would say that you are getting oot in a boat. But so far this spring, Mother Goose has not gotten into any boats…

Friday afternoon, I did meet up with the Blue Star Family Platoon. We are impassioned with supporting military families and providing them with Blue Star Banners to show their pride in their soldiers and sailors and airmen. I would go so far as to say that we are zealous for our cause! Do not be surprised to see Mother Goose on the news, waving her banner and honking into the camera about how important it is to find these invisible military families and let them know that we love them!

Friday evening, my passion for all things American continued as I attended the opening night of “Act of Valor” with Mr. Goose and son, Benjamin. Friends, dear and gentle readers, this movie is so great! If you wonder what it’s like to be a U.S. Navy Seal, pleeeez go and see this movie. There are no stuntmen, no CGI — this is for real action starring real active duty Navy Seals. AMAZING! Be sure you have a kleenex in your purse or pocket…

On Saturday afternoon, Mr. Mother Goose and I decided to head out to a local swap meet. Mother Goose has never attended a swap meet and wasn’t sure of the proper attire — I finally settled for jeans and a shirt, light jacket and gym shoes, with just a little make-up. I brushed my hair and smoothed my feathers. As we were driving along to the swap meet, we spotted some colorful flags near a home and many cars parked on the usually quiety neighborhood street. The sign out front told the whole story. Hence we were distracted from attending the swap meet, but enjoyed ourselves immensely at the Estate Sale.

Mother Goose found a bit of Blue Willow china, but the find of the day was this sweet pink retro suit in the style of Jackie O. It’s so pretty, but sadly way too small for Mother Goose — I could not zip it up. But if it was just a size larger, I’d wear it everywhere, especially to my bon vivant parties. It’s hand-tailored, rough silk, and the brocade is hand stitched. Such a treasure!

Cute, but way too tiny.

On Saturday evening, we attended a concert at Frank Lloyd Wright’s Unity Temple in Oak Park. We were pleased as punch to listen to the beautiful sounds of the Metropolis Quartet, an oboe and strings combo pack. What an unforgettable evening it was as they soothed us and entertained us and inspired us musically. A wonderful time was had by all of us in the family Goose.

Unity Temple sounds as good as it looks...

And on Sunday afternoon, we met with local photographer Eric Kleinberg to obtain my birthday gift from Mr. Goose — an original photographic print of a storm over the city which I have aptly named “Tumultuous”. Eric is a truly talented photographer — well, actually he wears many hats — but he captures incredible shots of food and people. This is only my first Eric Kleinberg — there will be many more hanging on my wall before too long.

My First Eric Kleinberg

And now, you are most certainly wondering about the Oscar party which I probably attended last evening… Mother Goose is content to tell you that I did not attend a party, nor did I watch the Academy Awards on TV. I did cook up a nice chicken dinner for my family, and we dined sumptuously. I also emptied the bottle of Santa Margherita. Because afterall, Mother Goose is so bon vivant.

Mother Goose at Work

Recently, many of my loyal and curious readers have asked Mother Goose whether she has a regular job. I always answer with an emphatic honk, “Yes, I do!” and then they quickly scamper away. Of course, we all know that Mother Goose manages a very large family of multi-age children and adults. That would be classified as work, but not necessarily as a job. I’m assuming that job implies some sort of financial compensation for services or products rendered in which case my domestic responsibilities would not be included…

Perhaps you have read of the other enjoyable pastimes of Mother Goose. I am training for my 5K race on April 1st — this takes approximately three hours each week, walking around the neighborhoods of Oak Park. I’m quite sure that many of my dear readers are aware of my involvement in the Blue Star Banner campaign — a civic and patriotic volunteer opportunity to bring back the old tradition of hanging a service flag in your front window to indicate a family member in the military. Although these are all very nice and time-consuming, these are not the jobs of Mother Goose.

Or did you think that Mother Goose is somehow making a career of telling stories about people I know? I’m sorry to say that this is not the case…

Frantically working at the typewriter...

However, Mother Goose DOES have a job as a writer. I’m pleased as punch to report that I write little stories about events that take place in the suburban regions of Minneapolis and St. Paul. I also write little stories about construction projects in the same Twin Cities area of Minnesota. Does this come as a great surprise to my readers? Let’s just have a little chuckle about that….

My Minnesota stories all have a common thread, and you will perhaps fall off your chair laughing when I tell you what the common thread is….

Mother Goose writes about places that have outdoor portable sanitation stations. And yes, I do receive payment for my creative services as regards this topic. You see, Mother Goose knows how important these services are and Mother Goose has a passion for sharing the good news that port-a-potties are available practically anywhere you go in the metropolitan area of Minneapolis and St. Paul.

A very small, but portable sanitation station in our front yard.

I specialize in writing about athletic events such as marathons and other races, local art and craft shows, car shows, and village festivals. Wherever there’s a crowd, there’ll be a need for “necessary services”, and Mother Goose is here to write about that! I’m often astounded at the number of events happening “up north” — the folks in Minnesota know how to throw a good time!

Also, I truly enjoy writing about construction projects because that’s a sign that the economy is roaring full-steam ahead if building sites need portable sanitation stations. Even construction workers have a right to comfortable, clean care. My ever-rapidly beating heart goes out to them working in the cold weather in Minnesota — I want the world to know that there is a place for them to go, a place for them to be.

To see the other side of Mother Goose, I invite you to visit these other websites. The writings of Mother Goose can be enjoyed in so many different contexts and venues….

My Minnesota Events

Building Minnesota Today

My Friend, My Hero, Kim

Mother Goose has a very dear friend and her name is Kim. The first thing I want to tell you about Kim is this: she’s wife to Gerry (who works two jobs to support their family) and mom to four really great kids.

Kim has homeschooled their oldest, Theresa, for the past seven years. Theresa will be graduating from high school this spring, and will continue her studies in music composition and performance when she gets to college in the fall. She’s an all-state calibre flutist!

Kim also has three sons, Emmanuel, Nathaniel and Samuel. Nathaniel was diagnosed with autism shortly after entering public school six years ago. Emmanuel is a musician like his sister. Sammy will start kindergarten in the fall. They also have two miniature greyhounds, Daisy and Luigi.

Kim is a home remodeler, a virtuoso gardener and has spent thousands of hours taxiing her kids to music lessons and performances. Of course, she covers the basics (cooking, cleaning and laundering) very well — her home is comfortable and so charming.

Kim is a cancer survivor.

Kim was quite sick when she was pregnant with Sammy, much more sick than she had been with any of her other pregnancies. After he was born, Kim was still sick with various illnesses — her immune system seemed to have disappeared completely. They visited the doctor’s office frequently, but it took several months for the doctors to diagnose her with AML — acute myelogenous leukemia. She received numerous blood transfusions, underwent all the usual and horrible cancer therapies (chemotherapy, radiation, etc.) and then finally in November of 2008, a bone marrow transplant.

Kim was hospitalized for weeks at a time while she fought against the cancer. Her kids were cared for by loving family and friends, and her husband drove back and forth (round trip of nearly 80 miles) from their home in Glendale Heights to the University of Chicago medical center to spend as much time as he could with Kim.

During this crisis in their family, Kim continued to write up lesson plans for Theresa and monitor the other children’s progress at school. Of course, she agonized about the family’s well-being, especially baby Sammy. She was absent from her family for nearly three months — allowed only the occasional short visit home and then back in the hospital for more treatments and preparations for the transplant.

During these times, Kim and I would talk on the phone. We’d cry together and pray together — we’d ask the Lord for strength and healing for Kim and for comfort and hope for Gerry and the kids, and wisdom for the doctors and compassion for the nurses. We talked on and on about these unbelievable challenges in her life, and so many times we asked “Why?”

I never gave up on her — even when she was at her lowest point and wanted to just give up, I would tell her “it’s going to be OK” because what else would a friend say, right?

I’m so grateful to report that these days, Kim is active and healthy again. Her body accepted the donated bone marrow, and she’s strong and busy with life. Sometimes she feels like she catches every virus that comes in the house, and the secondary infections that come from taking antibiotics, but SHE’S ALIVE and SHE’S WELL and she’s with her precious family and friends.

Mostly Mother Goose wants you to know that Kim’s faith in God has completely inspired Mother Goose. When I find myself in discouraging and troubling situations (and as a goose, this does happen to me), I know that Kim will still love me and listen to my stuff. She is full of Jesus and generously shares His love. Honk honk! A round of applause for my friend and hero, Kim! Join Mother Goose and flap your wings and stomp your old webbed feet in her honor and support today!

She's one of the most beautiful women I know.

Should a Goose Donate Her Blood?

Every couple of months, Mother Goose heeds the call. I hop into my speedy little goosemobile and buckle up for the ride of my life. We hit the Eisenhower Expressway at 70 mph and fly down the road to our destination twenty miles away. We pass the other cars like they are standing still, and Mother Goose guzzles Gatorade all the way.

What on earth could possibly compel the goose to drive so far, so fast and so frequenty? Here’s a little clue:

It seems pretty straight forward.

Mother Goose enters through the front door because she is a special goose. I immediately head for the restroom, dropping off my driver’s license at the desk so that Alicia can verify that I am truly a goose. Upon my return from the relief station, she hands me a folder of educational materials to read and informational forms to confirm that “Yes, indeed, I AM Mother Goose.” It is always so difficult for people to believe that I am who I am.

We go into a little room to once again discuss that I am Mother Goose and whilst we are talking about that, Alicia draws a little blood from my finger. She even asks me if I have a favorite one! Imagine! She also checks my temperature (with a disposable oral thermometer, thank you) and my blood pressure. And then she again asks me to state my name, my address, my birthday and confirms my signature on the form. Yes, I am Mother Goose truly.

With the formalities out of the way, we proceed to the actual blood donation station where Marilyn asks me to comfortably recline and extend my proposed wing. I used to propose my left wing but they had some trouble finding any veins in that one, so now I propose my right wing instead. And then we once again confirm my identity.

This issue of confirming my identity so many times is so puzzling to Mother Goose. Sure they know who I am, and who in their right minds would ever want or try to impersonate me?

And then we get down to the business of extracting the blood from Mother Goose. There was much swabbing of the inner elbow region of the goose’s wing with various types of iodine — apparently my wing needed more cleaning and sterilizing than the ordinary customer. My kind technician patiently listened to me blab on and on about various causes that I am involved in. It’s truly amazing how quickly Mother Goose can ramble on and on when she is feeling nervous.

Do you realize that our blood contains our very life?

I looked across the room and Marilyn warned me of a little pinch as she inserted the sterile needle into my completely sterile wing. Felt the pinch and then some as she probed and then found the invisible artery. I was all fine with that, except there was no blood coming out of my wing and into the tubing which led to the pint-sized rubber collection baggy. “Gina, could you please look at this,” Marilyn called out to her friendly coworker.

Should Mother Goose have an anxiety attack at this point in the procedure? No, remain calm dear goose. All is well. Gina immediately arrived at the side of the goose and with just one quick adjustment of the sterile needle, the blood and life of Mother Goose was flowing out out out into the baggy.

Did you know one pint of blood can save up to three lives?

After twenty minutes, it was all over.

I was gently disconnected from the monitors and tubing. I was presented with a new t-shirt. I was carefully escorted to the refreshment station where I quickly consumed two cans of orange juice and a bag of sun chips and a bag of pecan sandies. The ladies were curious about my appetite, but also curious to know if I’d like to schedule my next appointment. Seeing that in two months my arm would be healed up and my blood supply refilled, I agreed to come back to see them in April.

We again confirmed my identity.

Have you heard that healthy adults who are at least 17 years old, and at least 110 pounds may donate about a pint of blood – the most common form of donation – every 56 days, or every two months. Females receive 53 percent of blood transfusions; males receive 47 percent.

These women are phlebotomists by trade, but they are kind-hearted and friendly by choice. Please consider this: if a silly old story-telling goose can donate her precious blood once in awhile, maybe you can too. Just be sure to bring your ID and be sure you know who you are…

The kind-hearted ladies at Heartland Blood Center.

What’s Good For the Goose…

I know this will come as a very big surprise to my readers, but occasionally Mother Goose and Mr. Mother Goose disagree. Perhaps in your home, there are occasional disagreements as well… I do not wish to dwell much on the conversation except to say that it was concerning the issue of opening upstairs windows during these mild winter days. (A quiet note: Mother Goose is in favor of opening windows…)

Open those windows!

Unfortunately, this discussion happened as we were leaving for one of those many restaurant meals I described yesterday, so there was no easy way to resolve the conflict without making a regrettable scene and going to a lunch with sourness in our hearts and mouths. So Mother Goose simply prayed silently as they drove down the expressway. With my beak opening and closing, but with no sound coming out, Mother Goose “stayed good”. Sometimes, Mother Goose talks to herself without saying a word as you’ll witness in the next paragraph.

“The Lord is my shepherd,
(Mr. Goose is not my shepherd…)
I shall not want.
(Sometimes he is so aggravating…)
He makes me lie down in green pastures,
(The upstairs bedrooms are way too warm for sleeping…)
He leads me beside the still waters,
(I’d like to dump a cup of water over his head…)
He restores my soul.
(I’d like to show Mr. Goose the sole of my webbed foot sometimes…)
He leads me along paths of righteousness,
(It is righteous to allow some fresh air into the house in February…)
for the glory of His name.
(It’s a glorious day outside, perfectly fine to open the windows…)
Even though I walk
(Yes, I feel like getting out of this car and walking right now…)
through the valley
(My life is one big valley…)
of the shadow of death,
(The stuffy air is going to kill me…)
I will fear no evil,
(The stuffy air is so evil…)
for You are with me.
(Jesus, at least YOU love me…)
Your rod and your staff
(Maybe if I hit Mr. Goose with a stick, he’ll listen to me…)
They comfort me.
(It’s not very comfortable when it’s 90 degrees in the bedroom…)
You prepare a table before me
(When we get to the restaurant, I’m ordering the most expensive thing…)
in the presence of my enemies.
(Maybe Mr. Goose will be nicer when we get there…)
You anoint my head with oil
(Maybe if I dump oil on his head, he’ll listen to me…)
and my cup overflows.
(I think I need a large glass of wine…)
Surely mercy and goodness will follow me
(Mom always said, ‘kill ‘em with kindness’)
all the days of my life.
(Cheez, we’ve been married less than two years…)
And I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever.”
(And I know the Lord will let me keep the windows open sometimes.)

Thank you Jesus

Well, dear and gentle readers, please rest assured that Mother Goose and Mr. Mother Goose got it all worked out. I’m happy and honking to report that he has come to an understanding that what’s good for the goose IS good for the gander.

Come Back to Reality, Mother Goose

Mother Goose apologizes for her delusional post yesterday, and would like to take this opportunity to ask your forgiveness if you or any member of your family was in any way, shape or form offended. In retrospect, I realize that I may have been over-honking my own importance in the general stream of life. My deepest and humblest and most sincere apologies if I have mislead you…

And now I’d like to talk about all the food I’ve eaten in the past four days.

As some of my dear readers may remember, Mother Goose has registered to run her first 5K race, and that big day is coming up very soon. As a matter of fact, there are only 45 more days until “The Race That’s Good For Life”. And believe me, Mother Goose is training hard — walking and running and walking and running nearly every five days or so… And then Mother Goose gets a fine appetite which must be satisfied in glorious new ways. I could simply eat more peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, more rice and beans, more granola bars and cheese. But no….

Here’s a quick overview of what Mother Goose has eaten since last Saturday.

From Lake Street Kitchen and Bar (Oak Park), we shared Wagyu Carpaccio (paper thin sliced beef with black garlic aioli) and Sweet Potato Latkes with guajillo pear sauce and anejo cheese.

It's cooked, right?

From Greek Islands (Chicago), we shared a fresh salad, Taramosalata (considered Greek caviar, this is a blend of cod roe with potatoes, onion and olive oil), and Mousaka (baked eggplant, ground meat and potato casserole topped with béchamel sauce).

Just open a jar of caviar for breakfast, dear.

From GT Fish and Oyster (Chicago), we were lavished with a five course romantic dinner and a bottle of fine white wine. Here’s where the natural foodie tendencies of the goose begin to kick in! Follow this if you will…

Course One — Hamachi and Tuna Crudo with heart of palm sorbet, yuzu vinaigrette
Course Two — Steamed Alaskan Halibut sided with crayfish cannelloni, cauliflower and burnt milk sauce
Course Three — Whittingham Farm Capon Breast with israeli couscous, rutabaga, hedgehog mushrooms
Course Four — Beef Tenderloin with beet flan, black truffle salsify
Course Five — Chocolate Praline Terrine with hazelnut ice cream, coffee sauce, candied hazelnuts

Dear readers, when Mother Goose first saw the menu for her special Valentine’s Day dinner, she became very nervous for several reasons. First of all, I did not know what most of these food items even are! Crudo? Terrine? Hamachi? Hedgehog mushrooms? Yuzu? Crayfish? Capon? Beet flan? Even though Mother Goose watches a lot of shows on the Food Network, these were mostly unfamiliar and unreal names for food.

It looked prettier on my plate.

Another problem was that I discovered a capon is actually a castrated rooster. With nothing better to do, they just sit around getting fat and lazy and tasty.

Prettier with feathers on...

My biggest problem was that earlier in the day, the restaurant actually posted a different menu online which included Foie Gras with the capon. I immediately began to get butterflies in my goose tummy to think of eating foie gras.

According to our friends at Wikipedia, “Foie gras is a food product made of the liver of a duck or goose that has been specially fattened. This fattening is typically achieved through gavage (force-feeding corn)…The technique of gavage dates as far back as 2500 BC, when the ancient Egyptians began keeping birds for food and deliberately fattened the birds through force-feeding…Gavage-based foie gras production is controversial due to the force feeding procedure used. A number of countries and other jurisdictions have laws against force feeding or the sale of foie gras.”

Imagine the horror! Gavage! Force-feeding corn to the goose in order to make her poor liver sweeter and tastier! What sort of culinary madness is this? I tell you, Mother Goose was beside herself with dread and anticipation of gastronomic disaster…

Fortunately, Executive Chef Giuseppe Tentori came to his senses before Mother Goose arrived at the scene and revised his romantic menu to easier accommodate my epicurean insecurities. Thank you, Chef Tentori! And our dinner was a honking success — we ate like royalty and the paparazzi gave us a break for the evening as well.

But now, Mother Goose must return to reality. With less than six weeks til my big race, I must truly focus on sensible eating to accompany my extensive exercise and training. For lunch today, I’ll be preparing and serving corn. I’ll have a light snack of corn in the afternoon, followed by a large portion of corn for dinner. Just before bed, I’ll heat up a little corn and nibble it whilst I watch Letterman. Tomorrow for breakfast, you guessed it….CORN. FORCE FEED CORN to the GOOSE?

Oh my gooseness…

A Request from Mother Goose

Mother Goose is all aflap today to celebrate Valentine’s Day. If I could honk and whisper at the same time, I’d tell you that I love you, dear and gentle reader. I would shout it from the mountain tops and write it on a sandy beach. I would stomp my large webbed feet to a samba beat. We’d waltz off into the moonlight. I would nibble rich dark chocolates in your honor and sip bubbly champagne. The sky’s the limit — there are so many ways I would show my love for you. Little candy hearts, deep red roses, Elvis singing “Love Me Tender”.

So tender, so touching, so romantic.

By now, all of my precious readers have figured out the secret Joy of Mother Goose. It’s all about the Love. Mother Goose is loved by thousands, nay millions of fans worldwide. Adoring fans flock to my front gate just to catch a glimpse of the Goose.

Like Elvis, Mother Goose knows the burden of fame and fortune. There is no privacy when you are a famous Goose. My name has often been schmeared across the tabloid covers. Mr. Goose and I can never have an anonymous dinner out — the paparazzi are everywhere. I know that my dear readers love me and want to be near me. You want to touch my feathers and pat my cheek. You want to pretend that we are very close and that we know each other very well. You want to ask for my autograph and just a quick photo together to show to your friends. I understand about idols, I really do.

Please know that I love you too.

But just for this evening, please let Mother Goose and Mr. Mother Goose have a quiet dinner together without all the public adoration. Let it be your Valentine’s gift to me — please… I know it’s much to ask. Self-control and restraint in the presence of a famous goose is very difficult. Celebrities like Mother Goose are wonderful to behold up close. But if you really care, if your love is real for me, please grant me this one favor — admire Mother Goose from a distance. Just for today.

Alone at last...

We Love You Whitney

The heart of Mother Goose is sad today. Here’s one of the greatest love songs of all times, sung by Miss Jennifer Hudson in honor of the beautiful Whitney Houston. Hold your loved ones a little closer today — they are your blessings.

Stevie Nicks Never Got Older

Mother Goose is in prime romance mode this morning, and cannot get this song out of her silly feathery head. Do you remember “Landslide” which was written by Stevie Nicks of Fleetwood Mac? I hope that this song gets stuck in your head today…

I took my love, I took it down
Climbed a mountain and I turned around
And I saw my reflection in the snow covered hills
Till the landslide brought me down

Oh, mirror in the sky, what is love?
Can the child within my heart rise above?
Can I sail through the changing ocean tides?
Can I handle the seasons of my life?
Mmm, mmm, mmm

Well, I’ve been afraid of changing
‘Cause I’ve built my life around you
But time makes you bolder
Even children get older and I’m getting older too

Well, I’ve been afraid of changing
‘Cause I’ve built my life around you
But time makes you bolder
Even children get older and I’m getting older too
Oh, I’m getting older too

Awh, take my love, take it down
Awh, climb a mountain and turn around
And if you see my reflection in the snow covered hills
Well, the landslide bring it down

And if you see my reflection in the snow covered hills
Well, the landslide bring it down
Oh, the landslide bring it down

She might sing of getting older, but of course, Stevie still looks young and enchanting. I wonder if she still floats and hovers and twirls and swirls onstage — her singing and dancing are so unique and lovely. Mother Goose will even go out on a limb and say that Stevie Nicks is ethereal in her music. She is hypnotic and entrancing — her voice is haunting.

Listening to this song, Mother Goose can’t help but sing along. Sometimes Mother Goose pretends that she IS Stevie Nicks, and sings loudly and twirls around and around in a flurry feathers and musical passion and wonder. In my dreams, I leave my ordinary suburban existence and I float off to mountain majesties and ancient mysterious castles. I see my reflection in snow-covered hills.

I go where no goose has gone before….thanks to the song, Landslide and the graceful beauty of Stevie Nicks.

Mother Goose pretending to be Stevie Nicks.