I've been thinking a lot about what freedom means to me. Which is more than likely, different, to what it means to you. There was a time for me, it used to be along these lines , before that though, George gave us this , and before him, Bob preached this . But this post isn't about musicians' thoughts, it's about our own. Yesterday, I read a short post by Austin Kleon that was so mind shifting that I was compelled to send it on to two good friends. They were similarly moved.

For sixteen years, her husband beat her. But on this night, Tina Turner washed the blood from her face, wrapped a cape around her...

I'm getting divorced. After 20 years. It's amicable. We're both fine. And so are our two kids. It's mutual. Honestly, it is. Yet, after only three weeks of living on my own, in rooms with this view, I've fielded the following questions from well-intentioned family, friends and one almost-stranger. Are you on Tinder yet? Your new home looks great, how bad was it before? Was he cheating on you? Do you have something going on with someone else? You don't need that window fixed..

I was utterly charmed by this mockumentary yesterday. Marcel is a marvel who lives love and connection so delightfully. My teenaged...