Rest

On January 1, 2020, I crashed. Well, “crashed” is a rather dramatic word. I laid down. I rested. I surrendered. Many of us had a terrifically emotional holiday season. For me, it started the day after Thanksgiving. Grief came in with the Christmas carols and set up a cot in my heart. With each “Herald […]

Practice

My dad is an amateur musician. He started playing the guitar when he was 14 years old, playing along with the Kingston Trio, learning finger picking from Peter Paul and Mary, taking bluegrass classes from the guy up the street, and quietly swearing through Bach. By the time I came along, he was an accomplished […]