How and Why I’m Participating in Day Without A Woman

There are those who have difficulty accepting the words of someone as relatively privileged as I. They think I am ungrateful or that I am unqualified to speak about problems I, for the most part, do not have. On the contrary, it is specifically because I am grateful that I have chosen to speak out. It is specifically because I am privileged that I can speak out at all.

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The Light Is On

I have ticked forward. One eternal second on the clock. The small thing that feels like forever.

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Exposure

… it’s like the difference between keeping naked pictures of yourself in an envelope, thinking that you may someday let someone else see them, and walking naked into a room full of people you don’t know. Yikes!

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Prelude

Am I already singing? Is that my voice or hers? My image in the mirror looks the same, pleasantly unglamorous, growing slowly older. Except that now there is gold dust on my lips. I smile. I can’t help it.

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Identity Crisis

I have decided to take a short break in the constructing of my new online identity. So many profiles, so many questions, so many little bits of information! I am grateful for the number of internet outlets there are for my creativity, but I’m beginning to feel like a string of passwords instead of a person.

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Sometimes You Have To Keep The Day Job

… when I look out at the indie music community, it seems as if we’re all trying to hide the fact that we don’t have hours and hours every day to devote to our craft. As if somehow that makes us less serious about music. I’ll tell you, nothing has made me more serious about music than the limited amount of time I have to pursue it.

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