There I was truckin' along in my salty, dirty minivan with Sirius XM classic rock bustin' out my bass when Bruce Springsteen spoke to me.
"Wendy let me in I wanna be your friend
I want to guard your dreams and visions
Just wrap your legs'round these velvet rims
and strap your hands 'cross my engines..."
The Boss was singin' to me people. Testify! I had no idea I was "Born to Run!"
Yet here it was:
"I wanna die with you Wendy on the street tonight In an everlasting kiss"
Well, okay, Bruce but Sean might get jealous...
"Together Wendy we can live with the sadness
I'll love you with all the madness in my soul
Oh-oh, someday girl I don't know when
we're gonna get to that place
Where we really wanna go
and we'll walk in the sun
But till then tramps like us
baby we were born to run"
Maybe you haven't heard Bruce, but I really don't like running, unless it's after a soccer ball, but even then I have my limits... Still, it's hard to say no to the Boss. Maybe I was born to walk really fast? Stroll along merrily? Okay, I'll run, but just 'til the next mailbox.
After that serenade I started to think about my name, I encourage you all to do the same. There's Read more... Bruce Springsteen Said My Name
There I was truckin' along in my salty, dirty minivan with Sirius XM classic rock bustin' out my bass when Bruce Springsteen spoke to me.
"Wendy let me in I wanna be your friend
I want to guard your dreams and visions
Just wrap your legs'round these velvet rims
and strap your hands 'cross my engines..."
The Boss was singin' to me people. Testify! I had no idea I was "Born to Run!"
Yet here it was:
"I wanna die with you Wendy on the street tonight In an everlasting kiss"
Well, okay, Bruce but Sean might get jealous...
"Together Wendy we can live with the sadness
I'll love you with all the madness in my soul
Oh-oh, someday girl I don't know when
we're gonna get to that place
Where we really wanna go
and we'll walk in the sun
But till then tramps like us
baby we were born to run"
Maybe you haven't heard Bruce, but I really don't like running, unless it's after a soccer ball, but even then I have my limits... Still, it's hard to say no to the Boss. Maybe I was born to walk really fast? Stroll along merrily? Okay, I'll run, but just 'til the next mailbox.
After that serenade I started to think about my name, I encourage you all to do the same. There's Read more... 
~~~~~~By Heather Thomas Sinon, Guest Contributor
An Open Letter to Terrorists of all Sorts:
You’ve made it so I have to stop watching the news. My soul hurts after hearing and seeing what you do. But, I want you to know that I get my kicks out of doing the opposite of everything you do. Does my love outweigh your hate? Probably not. I don’t have access to the 24/7 news cycle, as you unfortunately do. Even though you won’t see it, here’s a list of how I am defeating you.
You like to bring down planes. I like to lift up people.
You like to take people hostage. I like to take prisoners of hugs.
You like to show horrible images. I like to show birds and bunnies and rainbows.
You like to cause violent death. I like to ensure peaceful transitions.
You like to bomb roads into oblivion. I like to let people merge on the highway.
You like to cause homelessness. I like to adopt homeless pets.
You like to spread viral threats. I like to spread viral love.
You like to starve people. I like to feed them a little too much.
You like to cause pain. I like to hold hands.
You like to be a megaforce of evil. I like to be a megaforce of compassion.
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