My children want to know about my favorites. What’s your favorite color? Your favorite food? Favorite place? What was your favorite part of the summer? The movie? The book?

Do you like blue best? Green? Chocolate? Pizza? Jazz?

My answers never satisfy. I don’t have a favorite. I am not being coy.

At our wedding, we danced a clumsy foxtrot to Van Morrison’s Moondance, not because we loved it best, but because Buster Poindexter’s growling take on Castle in Spain would not have been appropriate; nor Love Cats or anything by Tom Waits. Continue reading →