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 only thing harder than leaving…
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 →
The Reinvention Of Raye 