My two daughters mean everything to me. Today, at the end of a week-long Girls Rock camp, they will be onstage with bands that were formed over the past few days. I can’t wait to see how it turns out.
Driving in the car this morning, I heard the unforgettable synth line of “Sweet Dreams are Made of This” and thought back to how much the androgynous Annie Lennox once frightened me. Here was a woman, who dressed like a man and infiltrated the male world of music. And now, all these decades later, I can enjoy the music and root for my daughters to create some of their own. Sweet dreams are made of this, indeed.