I wrote this song to process some grief. I look forward in gratitude, remembering the lessons learned.

I wrote this song to process some grief. I look forward in gratitude, remembering the lessons learned.

Do you hear the whispers in the dark?

For all those times that someone told me to just smile.

We must be the brave ones.

A little women's rights goes a long way. It's time to overcome ancestral destiny.

Wrote this after sharing some space, time, and snark with another individual at the Isabella Gardner Museum. Thank you for your kindness, snark, and fire sweater.

Isn't it nice to be nice?

The journey to this album starts with track one. So, I cut this today to get something on the plate. Onward and upward to album numero dos

There is power in art. It is a way we resist. It is a way that we are resilient.