Good morning, birthday girl. You were on my heart late last night so I followed the love and wrote to you. And yes, I am crying already. I hope that as you read this, you find some words here and hold them close as you move throughout today.
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...
Long ago, in what feels like another life, I wrote a song about visiting back home after I'd moved to Nashville. I was an 18 year old, sitting in a writing room on Music Row with two co-writers in their late 40's, telling them how weird I felt going back to Belleville, Michigan because it... Continue Reading →
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...
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 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 →
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 →
Been spending a lot of time in waiting rooms again. I haven't spent this much time on a faux leather chair with wooden armrests since my cancer treatments between Fall 2019 into early 2020. Before then, I simply never went to the doctor. So to be back in what feels like one endless stream of... Continue Reading →
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 →
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 →