Editor’s
note...
This month we decided to toss around the idea of play (Mostly
because play rhymes with May, and we’re suckers for rhymes around
here.) By the time we started laying everything out, we realized that
things had gotten a little deeper than we anticipated. It wasn’t all
dancing around the Maypole and plucking banjos.
Playing around can be a last-ditch effort to sal vage a relationship
going south (“Come on Baby, Light My Fire”). Learning how to play
in the Pacific Ocean can change a little girl’s relationship with
her Pop forever (“The Day My Plaything Was a Surfboard”). And
watching a baby’s first foray’s into play can touch a young mother with
bittersweet poignancy (“Baby Got”).
Play along, will ya? We’d love to hear what you think.
Stay. Play. Baby Mama May.