It’s Day 2 of my January Retreat here in Little Blue. Every morning, I give a short prompt best done long-hand. Today’s was inspired by Melissa Febos, a brilliant writer…
Sing to me, Muse, of complicated men Take me down to the ground floor, Repossess my all-access pass
Nerissa & Katryna and the Falling Down Barn in 2007 I have sudden and severe laryngitis. I can no longer yell at my kids. In fact, I feel myself to…
Phillip Price of the Winterpills (and formally of the Maggies) once said to me that every time he got an idea for a song he wrote five different versions of…
Here is me playing the acoustic part. This song is actually the oldest song on the CD. I wrote it a couple of weeks before my daughter was born, and…
(My grandmother) Last night I had a dream about my grandfather, a man who died in 1981 at the age of 66 from esophageal cancer. When he died, I was…
Do you remember the marshmallow experiment of the 60s? Briefly, some researchers nabbed a bunch of 4-year-olds and put them in a room together. Each child was given a marshmallow…
It’s one of the many paradoxes of life that by the time we really become convinced that we want to–need to–change, it’s too late. Not to be a downer; but…
As I have written previously, I made a vow last December to make peace with money. I decided to let the ways in which I interact with the currency of…