My Life With Annie Lennox
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My Life with Annie Lennox: Nostalgia
I don’t use the term “lifelong hero” frivolously. There are a lot of people I respect and wish to emulate; Annie Lennox, however, is the only “lifelong hero” I’ll ever have. I need her.
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My Life with Annie Lennox: A Christmas Cornucopia
Perhaps part of what prompted me to get clean and sober was the fact I kept making myself uncomfortable.
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My Life with Annie Lennox: Honestly
Oh, Annie, I thought, opening a can of beer. We’re going to be okay. Aren’t we?
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My Life with Annie Lennox: Don’t Let it Bring You Down
Whereas I once was “Abby, the girl who harbored a ridiculous but harmless amount of love for that weird ’80s singer, Annie Lennox,” I was now suddenly “Abby, the girl most parents might want their teenage children to avoid.”
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My Life with Annie Lennox: Who’s That Girl?
Annie Lennox dressed as a man! Surely she’d bound her breasts for that video, which meant I was not, in fact, the only weirdo in the world who did it.
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My Life with Annie Lennox: Sweet Dreams
One minute I was an awkward but content little teenager listening to Diva on the school bus ride home, the next minute I was dabbling in pyromania and setting strands of my own hair on fire.