Follow The Trail

I spent a few hours this morning hiking in the woods. It wasn’t planned. I was running an errand, delivering something that Jamey had forgotten, driving 40 minutes from home and happy to do it as the morning was beautiful and I didn’t have plans and I wanted to listen to a long podcast. I…

What A Wonderful World

July, 2019 Dad was nestled in the corner of the soft white couch in the soft white room filled with wicker and bamboo furniture and heavy glass tables, framed pictures of shells and mermaids in light pastels hung sparingly on the walls, white and stretching to the sky, white fans in the center of each…

Both Feet On The Ground

NO DEPRESSION I wrote a song to Huck when I was pregnant. I’ve not been writing lately so I thought I’d share with you this article about me in No Depression Magazine which features a video montage of photos of my new family with the song “Both Feet On The Ground” playing. Ok. That’s not…

Runaway

When I was 12, I ran away from home. It was a failed excursion but I remember it so well. My family was moving from Minnesota to Pennsylvania and, for some reason, we were not taking with us my beloved dog, Numpy, so my parents drove him off one afternoon (did I go? I don’t…

The Downhill Side of the Slope

And so, time does move quickly, as everyone warned. I look at the chubby face of my son with his white blonde hair and long lashes and compare it to the bald chubby face of him one year ago and I see the same boy. Longer arms. Longer legs. More hair. But it's still him,…

Five Fingers

I wrote this last year, September 2018. It lands with a bit more weight for me these days... I remember falling asleep on the edge of the woods in Frederick, Maryland in a large log home my parents lived in until the woods became too much woods for my father to take care of.  My…

Father’s Day

In 1847 Christina Potts Moore had a baby at 50. In 1857 Margaret Ripple Wirick had a baby at 50. In 1858 Catherine Elizabeth Rowe Dribble had a baby at 50. All were by natural conception. In 2015, singer Sophie B. Hawkins had a baby at 50 by IVF. Her own eggs. I think. In…

Braids

My grandmother’s bay window had a large white sill that was full of small painted pots on matching saucers. Each one held an African Violet. Like dolls posed to sit in the sun all day, facing West. I used to think of them as mine. Violets were my flower, she’d say, because I was born…

Dog vs. Baby

Dog Vs. Baby. Baby wins every time. I have done the unthinkable. I have abandoned my dog. She lay in her bed, her snout on the pillowed edge, her nose hanging over, her hound eyes expertly wrinkled into disappointment and despair. Hounds look this way most of the time, but she can really exaggerate it. She…

Can I?

Last Fall, I tried to hang out, as I usually do, at a music conference in town. Usually I'm playing shows, networking, schilling my music and myself around like a well-oiled independent machine, self-branded, dressed very carefully to say a certain thing about who I am and what music I make but also, very importantly,…