Tears (of a Clown)

The Winter Olympics are in full swing, which means it's weepy season around here.  I'm always reduced to tears during the Olympics, mostly tears of joy. I love watching people accomplish their goals and being the best they can be.

I was on the phone with my mom the other night as an ice skating event was airing. She screamed every time someone fumbled or fell, and even though I made fun of her, last night I did the same thing: I screamed so loud when the German couple fell that my cat bolted out of the room.

But mostly I'm wiping away happy tears.

Last night I had the pleasure of seeing the documentary 20 Feet From Stardom at the college where I teach. Afterwards, Claudia Lennear, one of the backup singers that was featured (The Stones "Brown Sugar" was written for her!) came and spoke, sharing stories and memories. God love the student who asked her to sing...

I was weepy during the movie, too. So much talent, so many amazing voices, so much heartbreak.

Hmm, maybe I just have PMS?