Some stories are so good, a person trips over herself trying to tell them. How to begin?
With my mother and her newly acquired electric keyboard? How she surprised me with an affirmative to my inquiry, asked slightly in jest: hey, Ma, want to do Ladies Rock Camp with me this spring?
With the brief essays we wrote for our applications, mining our memories for favorite musicians and artistic influences (me: Stevie Wonder; mom: Yanni.)
With my learned love of alternate learning opportunities? Like libraries. Like volunteering. Like skillshare.
With forty-plus women, in support of girls, signed up for a three-day rock and roll bootcamp? With Girls Rock Campaign Boston, bursting on the scene in 2010, educating girls ages eight to seventeen in the ways of music and self-empowerment.
The story, on paper or on screen, holds more than I can give words to. More nerve. More verve. More vulnerabilities. More inspiration. More risk-taking. More generosity. More skill. More dancing. More surprises. More support.
So I’m not going to attempt to tell this tale linear. Here are some impressions. Here are some photos. Here is a challenge for you to sign yourself up (or your daughter, your sister, your mother, your friend), and find out. Tell your own story.
However this thing begins, you can be sure it ends with gratitude.
Oh. And a video. Rocking out to Maids of Mayhem!
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That video of you rocking out made me really happy. 🙂
Deb Fischer said:
No doubt about it. You are and will always be a ROCK STAR! (Your mum too!)
Thanks for sharing…
So great to see you rockin out and dancin on stage, energizing the audience! And your bandmates (and mom) were putting out some great sound. All of that came together in one weekend?!
Thanks, Heather! My mom is actually in a different band than what’s featured in the video.
Yes, all in one weekend! Ten-hour days. It’s AMAZing.