Sunday at the Cafe

For over a year I've been corresponding with a friend from Germany, as in writing, like, actual, like, letters. Together we are on a mission to save the post office! The following is part of a letter I wrote recently. My dear friend! It’s a balmy 27 degrees in Boston today. My crocuses are huddling … Continue reading Sunday at the Cafe



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 … Continue reading Letter’n