Here’s the thing: music is medicine for the soul – at least it is for mine. The less I sang, the sadder, slower and bigger I got. It was like not letting music out of my body was toxic. As I got bigger, performing became more and more difficult. Continue reading Make Music, Make Art, Make a Difference
One night in the dead of winter, I found myself wandering around an abandoned parking lot with my parka over my pajamas sobbing. Continue reading Grey Skies: Depression, Anxiety and Obesity
When I published the Little Black Stones letter, I had inspiration, vulnerability, humility, motivation and more than a little fear. What I didn’t have, was a plan. Continue reading So, what’s your plan?
Showing you my deepest source of shame, gives me the opportunity to discover that people can know me, and love me anyway. Continue reading Little Black Stones: An Open Letter to My Friends, Family and Community