The other day while driving with the kids to pick up my mother from the train station, the radio was playing softly in the background as we chatted about teenage stuff. Don't ask me what compelled me to turn up the volume. Couldn't tell you. The last few seconds of a song was playing. The voice sultry, the music melodic immediately touching, tugging and connecting with some part of me. Seconds later, I asked the son or the daughter to Shazam the song and give me the deets. To my surprise, and pleasantly so, it was Anthony Hamilton. I tried to tuck this information away for recollection later in the evening when I'd have time; of course, that time never materialized. Fast forward a few days, the song was on the radio again and, once again, I asked the kids to Shazam it and tell me who the singer was. 'Mother' and 'forgetful' are synonymous in my book. Son doesn't get that. Son was like, "Mom, you asked this question just a couple days ago. It's Anthony Hamilton." Dang! Sorry. No need to be so brutal. Anyhoo, it was the end of the song, but from what I heard I loved it.