My husband introduced me to Mary O’Hara‘s music. He just told me last night that he was introduced to it by a woman he dated long before he met me. Well, that’s okay. Mary O’Hara is still here and I’m still here and the other woman is only a memory. If I had her address, I would write her a thank you note for giving Charlie his first Mary O’Hara records. I don’t even care that he loves Mary O’Hara, because I love her, too.
She has a voice like liquid silver. It’s crystalline. It’s pure. If a star in the sky could sing, it would sound like Mary O’Hara.
She can’t sing a song badly, so it was hard to pick one, but I give you this:
A WRITING PROMPT FOR YOU: Someone tells his or her spouse that something they share was the gift of an old flame.