There's something magical about Music City. And something epic about The Bluebird Cafe. For those not familiar with this iconic venue, I attended a songwriting workshop there and got to see a couple of shows with the kind of songwriters…
My mother was simply the sweetest heart. I wrote the song for her when she turned 60, 24 years ago today, and I am forever grateful for knowing there is a heart capable of that much sweetness and openheartedness. Please…
I love that my daughter will always share her birthday with MLK, Jr. She turned 25 today and I found her a perfect gift. This was what was on the outside and the inside respectively of the pouch I found…
When I saw this picture of my great niece, I knew I found the image for my New Years blog. Using a baby as a symbol for a new year began in 600 B.C with the Greeks. A baby represents…
What a woman will do ... to grow, to sustain strength, to foster independence and shedding light ... Inspired by a desire to weave the emotional threads of a personal journey with that of so many women who resonate with…
joy can be elusive hiding behind a forest or thoughts, or mindsets encrusted with the familiar it peeks through like sunlight through tree limbs, leaves, crackling branches on a windy day downpours can drown out its expression yet it is…
I am moved to greet this season with hopefully post-worthy thoughts and inspirations. I was so taken by this mezuzah I found, that I switched out my original to another doorpost. The tradition of marking the entrances of home with…
Blogging as a public journal is a way to help process many things and grief is no exception. Whenever Abraham ventured out for feline adventures, my heart would grip in fear of losing him. Now my fears have been faced…
This week my daughter's thesis was officially published, as first author in the Journal of Autism and Developmental Disorders. https://rdcu.be/2rNp. It's a huge achievement, a culmination of the most ardent efforts and eschewing of typical lifestyle I have ever seen or…
As a songwriter, I was inspired to capture the voice of my friend Lisa Saunders whose experience impacted her to such an extent that sharing it became a natural part of her evolution and becoming. Instead of allowing it to…