My grandma told the story to my father (he said), who told the story to me when I was growing up.  My grandparents had gone on vacation to Mexico and came home with souvenirs and knick-knacks of their trip, one of the items being a small mirror...

The redbud tree in the front yard is dropping leaves.  The heart-shaped leaves crinkle and fold and fall to the ground and when the wind blows they scatter across the yard.  The oak tree across the street shares its harvest with every neighbor in the...

I love this woman, and this is one of my all-time favorite songs.

(Fair warning:  this is incredibly fractured and I’m tired and irritable.) My role in the space I’ve created here this past year has been more of an unraveller than a weaver.  Negligence is self-evident.  I spent a lot of time tonight looking back...

I’m “stuck” in the Eighties in the sense that the music was so entwined with personal growth and self discovery.  I’m not apologizing for my musical tastes – I’m putting it on the table.  My friends have been the second biggest musical influence in...