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It’s a question songwriters have been asking for centuries: “What is Love?” Shakespeare toyed with the idea in his sonnets. Benatar taught us that love is a battlefield. Others have promised that they’ll never leave their partner. Is love all that? Is love a song, a warzone, or a lifelong vow? Or is it all three? The question may … Continue reading Day Six: Safe – The Airborne Toxic Event
It’s hard to forget your first concert. Maybe the ones you were forced to go to (your parents dragging you to see Bruce Springsteen because the babysitter wasn’t available; chaperoning your younger sibling to some teeny-bopper show,) but not the ones you count down the days for, listening to the album over and over again … Continue reading Day Five: Song of the Human Heart – Ramin Karimloo
One of my biggest fears is getting to the end of my life and realizing I didn’t do anything with it. I think that’s a big fear – and regret – for a lot of people. We feel like we need to do big things with our life in order for it to count – … Continue reading Day 4: The Precipice – The Classic Crime
Serendipity is when you find yourself in the right place at exactly the right time. It’s also an incredibly cheesy movie starring John Cusack (worth the watch, though, if you’re alone on a Friday night with pizza and a bottle of wine.) Allow me to be equally cheesy and say that “song”-endipity is finding a … Continue reading Day 3: She Used to Be Mine – Sara Bareilles
Summer drives are one of my favorite reasons to be alive. (There are many.) Last year, I drove across town every night for rehearsal for a show I was in. Every night, I’d come around the S-curve through downtown Grand Rapids and come face-to-face with the beauty of our little midwestern city, specifically the huge, … Continue reading Day 2: Broke – Bear Attack!
I’ll never write an autobiography. It’s too much work to write about myself. (But Audrey, you have a blog. Yeah yeah. Whatever.) It seems like in order to write an autobiography you have to have an impeccable memory of exactly how things have happened to you and exactly when they happened. I can barely remember … Continue reading Something New, and Day 1: White Night – Hayden Calnin
Angels where you soar up to God’s own light take my own lost bird on your hearts tonight and as grief once more mounts to heaven and sings, let my love be heard whispering in your wings. A Prayer by Alfred Noyes Music by Jake Runestad I can’t imagine what it would be like to live … Continue reading let my love be heard.
You tried to call me by something I wasn’t. You tried to call me “love.” You tried to name me. You tried to fit me in a place you thought I belonged. But soon, you called me “too much.” Or “too little.” But you never called me “Enough.” I fell short. I needed to “calm … Continue reading you called me
She was a late bloomer. When the other girls wore mascara in 7th grade, she zipped up her favorite hoodie and wondered why. (She looks back on pictures now and knows why.) But she didn’t care. She wanted her books and her music and her laughter, not the attention of a prepubescent boy. Some people … Continue reading Ode to the Girl
In recent weeks I’ve had more time to read. I used to be an avid reader, especially of the classics, but college will do things to you. After reading a social science textbook for three hours straight, trying to make sense of abstract concepts and miles of charts…sitting down and reading a book afterward isn’t … Continue reading Writer’s Envy, Or, an Inch of Influence.
Audrey D. DeBoer 