Sarah’s mind always goes back there. Decades have passed, but she still feels like the ugly outsider kid she was, with pimples, and dreams of being picked for the talent show, for the school play, and for being loved.
I was reminded recently to keep my eyes on my own paper. I wasn't cheating. I was looking around to see what other people’s lives were like, especially other singer/songwriters, and I was going down the rabbit-hole of envy.
Have you ever wanted to do something, and to not do it, in equal measure? It happened to me this weekend, and it is an all too familiar feeling. I wish there really were do-overs in life. I would have…Read more
I was thrilled to have been offered the opportunity on Sunday to play a couple of my songs at the Philadelphia Folk Festival. I was part of a show on the Dulcimer Grove stage, which is where lots of family…Read more
Yesterday ended with a passionate rant to myself, and to my closest friend, about needing help, not knowing how to ask for it, whom to ask, and what specifically I was asking for. Then, before closing my eyes on the…Read more
The magical wonderland of snow has melted, and the temperature is rising. Wind is noisily throwing its weight around outside my window, and I know spring is just about here. Soon the heat will be turned off for another year,…Read more