No, nothing I regret nothing.

I've told many beauxs and friends that "I don't regret anything I've done." I'm not a saint or a horrible sinner. I'm a little bit of a diva and I like the pleasure of a man's company.

In different languages I feel more open to the lyrics.
It started when I was very young.
My grandmother "Oma" would say a little prayer with me at night.The prayer goes like this :
Ich bin klein, mein Herz ist rein. Daß niemand drinnen wohnen kann, aber Jesus allein.
I am small. My heart is pure. That no one can live inside but Jesus alone.

It's a little less depressing than, "If I should die before I wake." And I believe my Oma lived to that prayer.
My mother learned it when she was little and she kept up the habit until I was old enough to doubt religion and didn't know my grandmother anymore.

Non, Rien De Rien, Non, Je Ne Regrette Rien
Ni Le Bien Qu'on M'a Fait, Ni Le Mal
Tout Ca M'est Bien Egal
Non, Rien De Rien, Non, Je Ne Regrette Rien
see'est Paye, Balaye, Oublie, Je Me Fous do Passe

My grandmother married my grandfather. A young soldier in the American Army during WWII. She grew-up in Geisfeld/Bamburg and he in Cleves Ohio.
He brought her back to the USA as was the way. She didn't speak German at home, Americans couldn't distinguish the Germans they didn't know from the Germans they didn't want to know. So, she raised five kids, grew a tasty garden of veggies and was the best woman I got to do dishes with.
I learned from her, to always keep mints in my purse. To sew, and most importantly; To love god and my fellow humans.

Avec Mes Souvenirs J'ai Allume Le Feu
Mes chagrins, Mes Plaisirs,
Je N'ai Plus Besoin D'eux
Balaye Les Amours Avec Leurs Tremolos
Balaye Pour Toujours
Je Repare A Zero

My mother left home before she even moved out. She couldn't wait to get away from her lost father and yet was crushed to leave her mother. As young kids, we visited twice a year, but then only once every two years. I don't think my mother forgave herself for being away during the last years of her mothers life.
Stille Nacht (Silent Night) was my Oma's favorite song -my mother remembers-
When I hear the words in any language, it's like a vocal hug from my grandmother.

Non, Rien De Rien, Non, Je Ne Regrette Rien
Ni Le Bien Qu'on M'a Fait, Ni Le Mal
Tout Ca M'est Bien Egal
Non, Rien De Rien, Non, Je Ne Regrette Rien
Car Ma Vie, Car Mes Joies
Aujourd'hui Ca Commence Avec Toi

The song Edelweiß from the Sound of Music is also like my grandmother. It's written by Americans; my grandmother was made into an American. It's connection to Germany is faint and only known to the few who look for deeper meaning- ask an Austrian or German about the song and they will know it from the musical only; I only know of one trip back to Germany my grandmother has taken since she left with my grandfather. And both, when I think of them, bring a warm soft wetness to my eyes. A small white flower that lives on mountains is worn by the best of soldiers. A woman who learned how to live with a war survivor who never came home.


The English language is like most Americans. A bratty, rough, mutt that will change with a whim or fad. The English dictionary grows with each passing year. Who needs new words when the old ones are more suitable for the task. Don't start adding new things without knowing the old. I love the quote from "My Fair Lady" Dr Henry Higgins says: " In France every Frenchman knows his language from 'A' to 'Zed' -
The French don't care what they do, actually, as long as they pronounce it properly."


That's why I love schools teaching young kids more than one language. We teach more than one subject. It opens the mind. It allows a wider understanding. If you eat the same food every day, not only will your body lack certain nutrients but you will also starve your taste-buds and mind of the wonders of choice. A different lens can show a better view.
Listen to more than pop, watch movies that aren't just in BluRay. Read books that aren't only found on the Best Sellers rack. Walk down a street that doesn't have a bar or mall on it.


and you know what you'll find...


... Everything (tutto).