I genuinely can't wait to read it. Your description of how her death impacted you mirrors mine. I spent countless bedroom hours howling to her music to dull a lot of painful trauma as a teen. I almost didn't get to see her in concert when I was 15 (Sinead was only about 21-22 herself then!), because I'd been grounded for getting an older friend to buy me and two friends alcohol, and I had gotten rip-roaringly, publicly drunk (I vomited IN PUBLIC), made a total spectacle--as the child of an alcoholic it was a total acting out. Anyway, my stepfather wasn't going to let me go, but my mom ultimately did, and it was transcendent.
Wow. A trip!
I genuinely can't wait to read it. Your description of how her death impacted you mirrors mine. I spent countless bedroom hours howling to her music to dull a lot of painful trauma as a teen. I almost didn't get to see her in concert when I was 15 (Sinead was only about 21-22 herself then!), because I'd been grounded for getting an older friend to buy me and two friends alcohol, and I had gotten rip-roaringly, publicly drunk (I vomited IN PUBLIC), made a total spectacle--as the child of an alcoholic it was a total acting out. Anyway, my stepfather wasn't going to let me go, but my mom ultimately did, and it was transcendent.
I love this for teen Jordan—the ending anyway—and I so relate!!
I'm so honoured to be part of this book and can't wait to read the other essays.
Sinéad