I can pretend like the rest of them - rounding up all of my accomplishments and parading them on social media, somehow hoping if the photo is bright and shiny enough, it will erase the pain and struggle of being a human. But this year, I found I didn’t want to participate. Because the thing I am most proud of is still so new and fragile to me that I have not wanted to share it. I haven’t wanted to have to explain myself, or defend myself, or have my identity questioned while I was still puzzling over what felt right for me.
Read MoreI have found myself getting quiet over the last few weeks. It must be something in the shorter days that turns on a primal need to prepare for the winter ahead. I moved and rearranged my studio. I am putting some new concerts and classes together. I even booked a songwriting retreat down in Nashville.
Read MoreIt’s time to accept there are multiple interpretations of any given situation. Yours doesn’t always have to be the bad one.
Read MoreDoes your voice feel tired after talking or singing? Consider this.
Read MoreAn unexpected gift from my father helped me distinguish grief from suffering, and helped me wade through the toll of a pandemic.
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