If it’s been a while since you’ve listened to Anita Baker, go ahead and turn her up, close your eyes and feel the smooth soul.
This is in honor of my mother. She drove back to South Mississippi yesterday and I didn’t want to see her go. I tried everything to convince her to stay another day. I even went this low, “Mom, you can see we need you.” The “we” being me along with cat and birds. She said I know and meant it, but still went home. Don’t be sad for me. She’d been here a week and a half! Lots of fun. I’ll just have to keep Anita as company. Mom introduced her to me as a tween. I was the only 13 year old with Anita playing through my earphones.