When I Remember Us
Time Well Spent
I embrace the desire to create songs and stories. My soul finds peace in capturing a feeling or thought and securing its proper place in this reality. Sure it takes time, but in my life, it is time well spent.
Born to Sing
The day I was born I brought the understanding of song along with me into this world. I chose not to travel lightly as my suitcase overflowed with soulful lyrics and melodies that I have carried for lifetimes. Although my baggage may be heavy at times, I dare not...
Granny Women of Appalachia
A longstanding Appalachian folk healing tradition has been upheld for centuries as a gift of knowledge passed down through generations of Appalachian Mountain women. This gift, most often bestowed to family members as a lineage, combines the intimate knowledge of...
The Divinely Clueless Fairy Godmother Series
Once upon a time in a land not so far away, on the other side of all this, in the land of all that, where rainbows appear like smiling faces and bubbles of laughter ride the wind…there lives the Divinely Clueless Fairy Godmother who knows what she knows but sometimes...
Mill Pond Music Studio
Upon entering the Mill Pond Music Studio in Portsmouth, NH you are sure to be greeted by the welcoming presence of studio owner James Prendergast. James established the studio upon relocating back to New England from Nashville, Tennessee where he had...
HONK Festival
As a devout musician I tend to be bias in life choices and lean toward musical situations. I spend a great deal of my time creating and/or listening to music. So it was of no surprise that when I heard the HONK Festival was taking place in a nearby Boston neighborhood...
All My Relatives
It is central to the culture of indigenous people on this planet to acknowledge that we share existence with all things in creation and therefore, all things related are identified as “all our relatives”. Individuals who view life within a linear reality, may find...
Father Time Beckons Anew
As an individual who has enjoyed a lifetime of weaving creative endeavors into the fabric of my being, I must admit I look forward to the coming of the New Year and its insistence of renewal. As Father Time beckons us to forge ahead and begin anew, I am graced with...