Dear Joe Walsh, I was in yoga the other day, minding my own business, trying to stretch my hamstrings without dislocating anything, when the unthinkable happened. It started out fine—AC was on (a rare gift from the yoga gods), the new instructor was fantastic, the playlist was solid. She played “Come Undone” by Duran Duran... Continue Reading →
Huey Lewis and FOMO
Honestly, my musical taste has not changed much in the past 30 years since I graduated from the illustrious South Broward High School. I still LOVE me some Guns and Roses and Duran Duran, but I have noticed that I tend to listen to different 80s artists, too. Now that I am 50, I’m not... Continue Reading →