Singing With My Daughters
Since I’ll be out with the band the next two nights, did a quick recording of “Guitar Girls,” an essay about singing with my daughters that began as a Tent…View post
Since I’ll be out with the band the next two nights, did a quick recording of “Guitar Girls,” an essay about singing with my daughters that began as a Tent…View post
Writing, rainy. Outside the window, Mama cardinal with two babies. They’re big as her and pecking but still she feeds them. Adolescents.
Reading Roxane Gay’s “Bad Feminist,” I respect and resonate with this line from the acknowledgements: I’m hoping my parents don’t read this book, but they are beloved and have made…View post
I wrote this piece after listening to a Brandi Carlile* concert. Today as I pulled away from the curb after delivering my daughters to school, I thought of it again. I…View post
This is what happens when you forget to close the garage door overnight and there is road salt residue on the floor: Actually, I kinda envy his way of dealing…View post