I write this piece looking out at the St. Lawrence river from the Harbor Inn hotel. My nephew is getting married. I’m currently embedded with a family I have found myself seemingly estranged from. …

Last night I popped by Eli’s Mile High Club in Oakland and got on stage to sing a song. A few weeks back, I did the same at a party. A few weeks before that, I played a few of my own songs at a backyard show. But nothing compared…

Lately, there has been a lot of conversation between myself and my community of women regarding not feeling fulfilled. Most of the women are in their 50s and do not have children. Most of the women chose to not have them. It wasn’t fully my choice to not have kids…

On the subject of the longing for home purchasing in the US… I currently live in Oakland, CA. Often, when researching anything about the Bay Area, the search starts with SF/Bay Area. San Francisco is a prominent city. But Oakland feels like the center of the universe. …

During my father’s most recent illness, I found myself more removed from Social Media. I posted a few updates about dad for family and friends but mostly, stayed away. Just today, after a few weeks of distance, I blacked out my photos and made everything private. …

This is one of my favorite sayings. A dear friend’s mom said it to me years ago when I was in a really dark place (thanks, Winston). I’m finding myself hearing the words daily. Trying to let go and let go and let go of so much right now. Radical…

Morning Walks Usually, if I get up super early I can fit in a morning walk along with all the other parts of my routine. Writing, reading, meditation, prayer and of course, coffee. On today’s walk, I thought of my compulsive need to be visible. What is it in me…

I’ve been thinking a lot about my life lately. As I’ve referenced, flooding memories of childhood and my family. As part of this swirling moment of mixed emotions and contemplations, I’m remembering myself as an artist. Last night, I pulled my little Stella guitar off the wall of my bedroom…

I cannot seem to stop writing about Dad. Talking with him this AM from his hospital bed, he is so weak and tired I don't recognize his voice. I don’t want to get off the phone and also not wanting to keep him talking while so tired. All day long…