You’d think that people would have had enough of silly love songs.
But I look around me and I see it isn’t so.
Some people wanna fill the world with silly love songs.
And what’s wrong with that?
Id like to know, cause here I go AGAIN! ( McCartney)

Way back when, Paul McCartney sang the question that I wonder about now. “What’s wrong with silly love songs?”

As I write my blog and listen to readers’ reactions, I find myself worrying. “Do they think this is all so trite? Are my vignettes too ‘behind rose-tinted glasses’ for this edgy time we live in?”

A good (male) friend stated to me, “I subscribe to your blog. Now I have to read about ‘female’ things.’ Really? Writing about moms and walks on the beach and sunset evenings with a loved one are ‘female things’?

Another responded with a statement about my “perfect life.” Oh no, that couldn’t be further from the truth. But I do like to pay attention to the rainbows in life, as well as the sun peeking behind the clouds, the laugh emerging from the tears, the rip roaring guffaw after a friend’s comment, the comforting hug of a friend, the deliciousness of a child’s embrace, the succulent sensuousness of a kiss from a long-time lover,  the overwhelming surprise over the beauty of a baby.

But what’s wrong with silly love songs? (Or silly stories about the joys in life?)

I’d like to know, cause I plan on writing about them, AGAIN.

And, as Paul McCartney sang at the end of his verse:

It isn’t silly, no, it isn’t silly, love isn’t silly at all.