I used to steal setlists. One musician’s trash is another geeky fangirl’s coveted item. It’s not as if these were pieces of paper passed through the hands of Springsteen or Bono to the lowly sweat-soaked roadie to me. And let us pause for a moment over the absurdity of Bruce Springsteen bent over a sheet… Read More Letter’n

It Matters

The Boston’s Women March was the only experience I’d ever had with protest and the first significant one that involved voicing my civic dissent in more than 140 characters. Would there be counter protestors screaming and whipping Bic lighters at us? I wondered. After all, this was frickin Baaahston! We set cars on fire when… Read More It Matters

Just Eleanor

Eleanor Roosevelt is blowing my mind. I’m reading her slim book titled You Learn By Living: Eleven Keys to a More Fulfilling Life. Published in 1960 it could have been written sixteen minutes ago and would still resonate. It’s full of common sense, forward-facing ideas about what, she feels, contribute to making up a fulfilling… Read More Just Eleanor