Remember the summer of ’94? I sure do. Everywhere I went, there was Sheryl Crow’s cool-girl voice singing, "All I want to do is have some fun..." I wanted to have some fun, too. But I was immensely pregnant with my first child and wallowing through blood-glucose tests, sciatica, and conflicting advice about the best stretch mark lotions (Clarins Stretch Mark Minimizer, BTW).
I watched videos of Crow, with her hair flowing, those knowing, flirty glances, those rocker-chick guitar strums. Her voice, her look, her anthem took me away during a hugely transitional moment in my life and made me yearn to be back in responsibility-free life.
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