On a warm winter morning, I was treated to a cup of coffee thoughtfully styled my way, and a comfy chair on a lovely vine-covered back patio, with butterfly visitors and the chimes of a church bell nearby. Sitting across from Kaylee Daugherty feels a bit like lounging alongside moving water. Sometimes she’s a slow-moving, pensive brook, other times she’s torrential, and you just never know when the tides will shift—but either way, it’s enjoyable. She draws you in and you want to listen. Her voice is melodically expressive, with quick starts and stops, and drops in volume, colored with... READ MORE