Growing up, my mom had a strong conviction that certain things matter. Really matter. And she had a saying that she'd kill me for not remembering. And I can't call her because she's finishing up a 10-day vacation in Ireland with my sister Colleen, both of whom attended the Springsteen concert in Dublin Saturday. More on that when they return.

But I do remember her main point: don't go through life thinking nothing matters. Somethings must matter. This justifiably angry, well-spoken nun obviously understands that. (Thanks RD.)

UPDATE (June 4): Mom and Colleen are back from Ireland. Uneventful flight home - which we're thankful for because they had an engine blow out on them and were waylaid in Halifax for seven hours on the outbound trip. Anyway, this is the saying of my mom's: Matter matters, before it means. Or, in other words, only through acknowledging what matters, do we get to what it means.