The Pace of Peace

The recent loss of Naomi Judd has struck me in a tender place that reaches deeper than my well-known childhood "fandom". And since I've always found refuge in words, I'm going there...

The “before” and the “after”

It's been one month in this new life.  The world as I knew it - divided into a “before and “after” instantly.  I’ve been searching for words beautiful enough to describe the light that always surrounded her and centered anyone in her presence.  Truth is, I’ve been writing nonstop since she passed...

The florescent lighted fear.

I feel afraid of this world.  If I’m being completely truthful here, nowhere feels safe to me these days and I don’t know that I want to be anywhere anymore.  I’ve lived my whole life thinking that the national headlines were for the news “out there” - “in here” we are saddened by the tragedies... Continue Reading →

Two years today.

Two years ago today I set my alarm for 6AM, waking up earlier than anyone in the house. I quietly crept downstairs to my "office", sat in my cheetah print reading chair in the corner, journal in lap. I knew I had 30 minutes, at most, to take a moment for myself to start my... Continue Reading →

Window seat. (Day Five)

I'm sitting by myself in the library, my small table isolated from all humans but surrounded by books. I'm on the top floor, right alongside a large window wall overlooking the lake and all the fall colors from neighboring trees. It's so quiet that I swear I can hear the leaves rustling in the slightest... Continue Reading →

Words of love. (Day Two)

Believe it or not, I've always had a hard time communicating on a vulnerable level. I have no problem expressing myself in my songwriting or while up on stage. I easily vent about my frustrations or gossip about the latest happenings when sitting down with a friend. Lord knows I can literally talk the paint... Continue Reading →

Day One.

It's a Monday and it's November 1st. For whatever reason, kicking off a new month at the top of the week has always held significance for me. It's kind of like New Year's or a birthday - a reset, if you will. A chance to pay attention and not get stuck saying (once again), "Man,... Continue Reading →

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