Last week, Mike and I went to see Fun Home and it was a such a good one. I loved adult Allison as she watched over the shoulder of her younger selves and laughed about the absurd things she wrote in her old journals. It is, I think, a universal experience to read your old diaries and shudder. It was irreverent and emotional and sad and still fun. And I have not stopped listening to “Ring of Keys” since I heard it. Is it weird if a 7 year old is your favorite singer?