I hope he remembers that the sun was shining and the birds were singing, and that we built marble tracks together and played shadow tag in the forest. That there was beauty in the world, despite all the darkness.
“They say it’s the last song. They don’t know us, you see – it’s only the last song if we let it be”. Death came one sunny Friday morning in…
You know how it goes. You run into someone you haven’t seen in ages and before you know it, you’ve said it: “Hi!! How are you?” To which the other person usually replies “I’m good! How are you?” and never “Life sucks, I need help”.
You might have noticed that I'm wearing glasses these days. Or you might not have noticed at all, which is more likely because who in the world is going around…
In this house we try to live with the seasons as much as we can. That is not very hard when you’re living in the forest, because the seasons are always in your face (take that literally in the fall, when you are torpedoed with round after round of acorns and chestnuts falling down. On your head).
For my son. I never knew your hair would smell so sweet after a long day of playing in the sun I never knew I’d feel so incomplete when you’re away, and I am home alone
Eleven years ago, I went into the studio to record an album. I had written just about a handful of songs, was fresher-than-fresh as a songwriter and as green as the first patch of grass in spring – and I had no idea what I wanted, how I wanted it to sound, or who I was for that matter.