Helen Reddy, Forever




There comes along in many people’s lives a song or a singer who forever inspires, delights, and warms their hearts.  For me, that singer is Helen Reddy.  She passed away Tuesday September 29, 2020. 


Although I feel a bit heartbroken, I do feel some peace, knowing she is at rest now in heaven, free of earthly problems and pains.  She is likely singing for the angels there, as she is being welcomed by family, friends, and fans who have preceded her in death.


I never got to meet her but we did make a connection early on.  You see, this shy lonely teenager wrote her a letter in 1973, telling her how much I loved her singing and I asked about her albums.  Helen wrote me back, thanking me and answering my questions.  Also an autographed photo was enclosed.  I felt that somebody in this world heard me, listened to me, and answered me.  I mattered to someone way over there.



Many songs on Helen’s multiple albums that didn’t become radio hits were just as wonderful if not better than those which did.  To this day I sing them, hum them, they play on my internal radio quite often.  And of course, occasionally I’ll listen to her on my mp3 or prime music.  If I were ever in a coma, and people would wonder if I’d come out of it, tell them to play Helen Reddy on loop on headphones for me. Either I’ll find the strength to come back or I’ll simply die happy! ๐Ÿ˜ƒ


Through the 1990’s and some of 2000’s I didn’t listen to Helen as often, although I did occasionally remember some songs.  In spring 2016, cleaning out some boxes I found a cassette tape I had made of my favorite HR songs.  (I’ve kept the collection of records and her letter all these years.) I listened and again felt that deep warmth in my heart, my soul was in such delight!  Only problem was the cassette had a scratchy noise constantly throughout.  So I decided to look up getting CD’s and/or mp3 music.


And I found these awesome 2-disc sets that had most of her albums on it.  I purchased several and spent hours and hours listening to all the delightful songs.  What a joy!  I rediscovered Helen Reddy!



That fall in 2016, knowing Helen’s birthday was coming up on October 25th, I decided to send her a birthday card.  I had to search online for where to send.  I found out she lived at the Motion Picture &TV Home.  I called there to find a more specific address and was asked to leave my number.  I was told they would have Helen call me back.  WHAT!?


And she did.  She left a message on  my phone, giving me her personal phone number.  I got the message after work that day and was so excited, I trembled!  Well, I called her back early evening.  Brief talk.  But memorable.  Once again, she heard me, she listened, and she answered me.  I mattered to Helen once again, way over there.


My only regret is that I never met her in person.  But that’s ok, I can see lots of video clips of her performances online.  Lots of interviews too.  And I can always hear her keep on singing.





Helen, you are like a long, lost friend having come back into my life for awhile, only to leave again, but this time leaving the world stage.  Have I lost an old friend?  Yes and no.


I’ll see you for real someday, in heaven.  We’ll pick up where we left off on our chat October 17, 2016.  And hey, maybe sing a duet or two with you.  ๐Ÿ˜Š๐ŸŽถ

God bless you, your sister Toni, son Jordan, daughter Traci, and granddaughter Lily. ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿ’™ Love always,    Theresa M







The film "I Am Woman" is about the life of Helen Reddy. It is out in select theaters now and also On Demand and Prime.



Happy Fall Ya’ll! ๐Ÿ‚๐Ÿ

 My favorite season is the autumn: 


cooler days with brisk breezes.  Even cooler nights.  Changes in the color of leaves and the delight watching them float and fall all around.  As much as I love the crickets and cicadas singing at night, they unfortunately start to wane, but the birds still sing in the daytime.  The squirrels chase around, up and down trees, hiding their treasures.

Days start getting shorter but that's okay.  After time spent in fall’s beauty, I love the feeling of going inside my home, ready to start the evening with dinner.  Get tucked in all warm and snug, watch tv, read, or write.  Leave nature out there magically changing the scenery and the weather.

Though the summer is behind, and winter is yet to arrive, with its cold, snow and ice, in this moment is the autumn air, a transition from summer heat and storms.  This is the best of seasons, although spring is almost as equal, as it is a season of renewal. 
 Fall is the time to enjoy the gifts from the previous seasons of surviving cold hardship, spring beauty, summer ripeness.  Bring in the harvests, put a log on the fire, drink a warm beverage. Rest. 


Find solace in this moment.


Theresa M.


PS - And if you have a cat or two to snuggle with - oh, that is even more delightful! ๐Ÿฑ




   ๐Ÿงก❤๐Ÿ’›๐Ÿงก❤๐Ÿ’›๐Ÿงก❤๐Ÿ’›



Fable of Silly the Squirrel

The crisp cool air was starting to stir and bring about a breeze.  Squirrels playfully danced up and down tree trunks, as birds sang sweet melodies, enchanting the afternoon forest.


Silly, the younger squirrel, tried hiding the nuts he found, by burying them under colorful leaves.  “Don’t bother with that!” cried out his older sister Sway.


“Why not?” asked Silly, holding a nut in his paws.     


“The leaves will die and crunch to pieces, then the nuts will be discovered by others,” Sway explained.


Silly the squirrel thought this over.  “Then I shall borrow the human’s pillows from their patio to cover them,” Silly stated.


“Don’t bother with that either!” his sister Sway said with a laugh.


“Why not?” Silly again questioned his older sister.


“The humans will put away their pillows and chairs at the end of autumn,” Sway replied.


Silly the squirrel thought over what his sister Sway told him.  “Then I will just eat as many as I can now and hold onto the rest of them in my cheeks!” Silly exclaimed.


Sway shook her head.  “You might fatten for the autumn, but you’ll go hungry through the winter.”


Silly gave that some deep thought.  He knew his sister meant well and was wise.  “Perhaps you could show me how to store these nuts for the winter.  I would gladly share them with you,” Silly asked of his sister.


“Well I’d be delighted to help.  I was hoping you would ask me.  Come, let’s go gather more nuts.”  Then Sway ran through the grass and yellow-gold-red leaves, as Silly chased close behind her.  They gathered a lot of nuts, and hid them in tree trunks and other safe places throughout the bright and beautiful autumn afternoons.  And when winter came all was well for the squirrels.




moral of the story:                              



Dont't be silly! Ask for help

when you need it.  Or it

could drive you nuts! 

          ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ‚๐Ÿ˜Š



Theresa M