Okay. I made it. But barely. It took a nudge from Liz and another from my conscience to sit back down at the keyboard. As I write this, each finger...
A few nights ago, I fell in love with my own record. Truth: I was high for the first time in three months. Don’t worry, I...
A few days ago, I stood in my home studio and realized something strange. I had finished the album. After ten years of dreaming and two...
Over the past month, I found myself far from the familiar grounds of Melody Ranch, exploring the lush landscapes of Costa Rica and the vibrant energy...
Captain’s Log: Day Two in Costa Rica. I woke up this morning in Costa Rica—day two of what will be more than a month away from...
I make things. I always have. I don’t wait until I have the “right” skills. I usually have little more than the audacity to start (see...
May has been a learning experience for me in Santa Fe. In California, I’m used to peppers blooming by now. But on May 19, it snowed....
A few weeks ago, I finally released my first poetry book. I’d been sitting on piles of hand-written drafts for years—pieces written in the cracks of...
I’ve always thought of myself as an extrovert. For years, I thrived on the energy of performing, traveling, collaborating—just being around people. I chased momentum, always...
