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The Greatest Love of All

One of my earliest memories is of coloring at the kitchen table in our Thousand Oaks house and singing Whitney Houston’s “The Greatest Love of All” to myself. I was five years old and imagined my voice sounded just as beautiful as Whitney’s. Anyone observing would have seen a sweet little girl entertaining herself with no suspicion that anything was awry. The other part of this memory and the thing that probably has contributed to this particular tune being a haunting life-long ear worm is that while I was singing this song, coloring alone at the kitchen table, I was imagining being observed. I had recently been allowed to watch Nightmare on Elm Street with my dad and sisters, so Freddy was on my mind. I felt that since I was alone in the room and it was dark out, there was a possibility that Freddy could be watching me and waiting to cut me up. As I sang, I imagined Freddy Kreuger hearing how sweet and endearing my voice sounded and deciding that I was too precious to kill, and I guess wandering off to some other house to kill some other person who wasn’t singing quite as well. Happy Valentine’s Day.


  1. Thank you for sharing your thoughts and words.

    As I put pinto beans in a ziplock freezer bag this morning i added a date so I would know how old they were. But then I thought, what if something happens to Carla and me and my girls have to clean out the freezer? I should add that they are Rancho Gordo beans so they use them and don’t just throw them out.

  2. Haha I thought this was going to go in the direction of you getting discovered for your amazing voice that was my thoughts when I sang that song as a kid

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