thanks for the walk down memory lane..... memories of the lives we thought we lived. That picture is a good one.... no cares just adventures. You were wise before your years Dax. Thanks for sharing your ponderings on parenthood and discovery. I admire your willingness to stand alone happy and you've instilled this in your great and talented kids.
I always wondered where that cooking sherry went! In retrospect I’m grateful you veered off that straight and narrow obedience path, connected with your own internal compass and forged your own path in this expansive, glorious world. You are loved. Beautiful essay and wow, you can sing! 😘💙
I really loved this. Memories of adolescence triggered by music transport me too. Also, having read your essays over many years, I think this is this first time you touched on a Mormon upbringing. I had the opposite — parents who set no limits, who allowed free access to substances , and barely noticed all the boundaries I pushed and rules I broke.
I was on a train from Brussels to Paris in ’87 when a group of French passengers blasted Springsteen’s Born in the U.S.A. Not his best work—but I’ll never forget the irony and the contrast in that moment.
thanks for the walk down memory lane..... memories of the lives we thought we lived. That picture is a good one.... no cares just adventures. You were wise before your years Dax. Thanks for sharing your ponderings on parenthood and discovery. I admire your willingness to stand alone happy and you've instilled this in your great and talented kids.
I always wondered where that cooking sherry went! In retrospect I’m grateful you veered off that straight and narrow obedience path, connected with your own internal compass and forged your own path in this expansive, glorious world. You are loved. Beautiful essay and wow, you can sing! 😘💙
I really loved this. Memories of adolescence triggered by music transport me too. Also, having read your essays over many years, I think this is this first time you touched on a Mormon upbringing. I had the opposite — parents who set no limits, who allowed free access to substances , and barely noticed all the boundaries I pushed and rules I broke.
Thanks, Sarah. I think we've both found that balance with parenting. It looks like you've raised some amazing kids.
I was on a train from Brussels to Paris in ’87 when a group of French passengers blasted Springsteen’s Born in the U.S.A. Not his best work—but I’ll never forget the irony and the contrast in that moment.
It still amazes me that those lyrics are lost on a lot of people.
people take such pride and overlook or simply don't get the cry of pain.