When I first moved to the Mission in San Francisco, I lived in a teeny room in a flat with with several roommates, one of whom was a brilliant writer, Karen Wiederholt. After reading several of her poems, I asked if she’d be okay with me turning one of them into a song. I was …
I always think of March as a time to start over. The snow begins to melt into the soil. Earthy scents waft through warm air. The old pale sun is gone, and the new sun, as if shining through a magnifying lens, aims down at us, melting our tense shoulders. We reach for a frisbee, coil …
We turn not older with years but newer every day ― Emily Dickinson These past years I’ve been doing brand new things. I’ve become a mother, a music teacher, a climate activist, a backpacker. I’ve learned new ways to communicate, support, love, give; be resilient, bold, brave. Now as I return to performing music it will …
Our first collaborative song, Scarborough started out with Doug noodling on the piano in his studio and I said, “Hey, that sounds a little like Scarborough Fair” and I started singing to it. Whipped out the voice memo app and recorded it. From there Doug recorded more piano on his own and sent it to …
Many years ago a fellow songwriter was suffering from a medical condition. She was much too young when she passed away and I spent a lot time afterwards trying to understand what it might have been like to reach out to the place she felt was on the other side. She described it as a …
