The Scary Truth

I love horror flicks, the unexplained makes sense to me. I dig the creepier moments in life because being scared means I’m alive. Study skulls and death, and get used to it cuz’ that’s where you’re headed. You’ll live more. There’s too much judgment in our...

New Orleans Blues

It’s raining in New Orleans and my head is swimming in jazz… Mid City late night, oyster houses and the way my sax player makes me laugh. I came to escape heartbreak and loss, except that’s what this town does best in the face of storms. You can still feel her...

Like Patsy Would

Really, all I used to do as a kid is teach my stuffed animals—and sing. Mary Poppins was my go-to, until I met Tammy and started singing “D-I-V-O-R-C-E” with gusto pre-teen. And then came Patsy…and I sang “Crazy” till I was blue. I was busted in high school gym...

Season of the Eclipse

I like to walk up to Cross of the Martyrs overlooking Santa Fe, where mountains wrap beyond my peripheral. Because I’ve needed faith these days, I’ve needed to trust, trust. It all moves so fast, I’m grateful for the cool mornings before the parties. It’s been a Bob...

Good Friends Good Music

I was watching the city lights come up over Los Angeles dusk a few weekends ago, a childhood friend making homemade pizza from her Echo Park kitchen… We blasted Chris Stapleton all weekend musing how we’ve traded in our Docs for cowboy boots and the old country...

Tis’ the Season

I love squealing with delight as the first hummingbird hits the feeder. The sounds of live music wafting from the plaza, and sun setting pink in the sky. I wonder why we get so trapped by labels and definitions, and the illusion of time when love—is everywhere…?...