Having seen Marilyn Maye many, many times for over a decade I know in advance there will be at least one point where she will leave me face down sobbing in my soup (should there be any around). That is because she has reached into me and touched my poor, poor heart. I know this and I look forward to it. Maye reminds me that I am alive and there is a lot of living to do. Sobbing in my soup is small price to pay.
