Primary Thoughts
Writing songs is a little like raising kids. The idea seems to impregnate itself inside you and pretty soon has a life of its own, letting you know, by poking…
January 16, 2008
Here is the house we are getting to stay in. I cannot believe how lucky I am.
Today Elle ran barefoot across the asphalt in the driveway of this house. She picked her feet up quickly and danced around a little and said, “It’s crusty on the ground, Mama.”
At the workshop, she made herself a nest out of the meditation pillows: