This might shock you as much as it does me.
Allow me to explain...
Nathan Hollifield is a friend from way-back. His story and mine intersected about 7 years ago but just for a little bit and from a distance. In between that time he moved to the East Coast, got married, had a kid and became a Methodist pastor.
I, on the other hand, left the church. I was told I asked too many "toxic" questions. I got hurt one too many times. So when it comes to church, I'm more than jaded....
(piece by piece this book will be finished!)
Well, the month of March certainly just flew by, didn't it? I spent it doing the following...
- Moving into my new little house in Tacoma, WA.
- Going on a short little tour of house concerts in Spokane, Leavenworth, Whidbey and Orcas Island.
- Celebrating my 30th birthday!
- Hosting my mom visiting the Pacific NW from Wyoming.
- Telling her how high I wanted the pink velvet curtains hung in my living room.
- Collapsing from exhaustion while she nailed...
I've moved around a lot. The other night I counted.
Since high school I've moved, get this, SIXTEEN TIMES.
I've moved SIXTEEN times since 2004.
So many boxes. So many trips. So many apartments. So many houses. So many cities. So many boxes of pizza. So many hours filled with the ear-piercing sound of tape getting yanked off its roll.
So what does one do with all that expertise? Duh. Write a blog post! ;)
Here's my list of ten somewhat helpful yet questionable tips for your...
In the lulls between songwriting, album-making, and concert performing, I've been slowly working on writing a book.
Well, actually re-writing a book.
My plan is to completely overhaul a previously (and quietly) released version of a book I put together last year. The old version is currently unavailable to purchase, because it will be re-released newer, better, bigger, and more wonderful all-around. So you'll just have to sit tight and hold your horses.
Until today, this total...
Full Disclaimer: I Was Homeschooled.
It was pretty okay.
I got to take the classes I wanted to take in the places I wanted to take them from the teachers I liked best. I spent all but one class of my senior year in college classrooms, which allowed me to graduate high school with about 15 college credits. (Possibly the only reason why I have a minor in French.)
Homeschooling through high school afforded me the aforementioned discovery of my LEAST FAVORITE PIECE OF LITERATURE. EVER. and...
photo by Fimb
Allow me to explain...
I spent 10 years (2004-2014) moving a lot.
Sometimes as frequently as every 6 months. College life, new roommates, living abroad, moving to a new corner of the US, new roommates, new neighborhoods, new jobs...
I got really good at picking up everything and moving around based on who I wanted to be near. My artistic and personal spaces have been defined by the people I intentionally surrounded myself with.
But as I get older, I'm...
I returned home yesterday afternoon from a gorgeous 10-day Artist Residency on Orcas Island, WA.
It was sooooo needed.
I got to sit in a hot tub while staring out at this gorgeous view...
Are you kidding me?! Look at it!!!
I went on some luscious walks. (You guys! The moss is at least 6 inches deep in some places!)
I got to do a couple ferry commutes to go teach cello in Seattle.
I got a visit from a friend from Texas on one of the days!
I ate some mint ice...
There is a framed poem sitting on a table in the house I'll stay for the next 10 days. Behind this poem is the above view of Orcas Island.
I was welcomed here-clear gold
of late summer, of opening autumn
the dawn eagle sunning himself on the highest tree
the mountain revealing herself unclouded, her snow
tinted apricot as she looked west,
tolerant, in her steadfastness, of the restless sun
forever rising and setting.
I am a mile above earth's surface and there is a well-dressed stranger sitting next to me. He’s attractive. He’s not wearing a wedding ring. He’s sleeping. If it weren't for that airplane window, he’d be leaving a trail of drool across the Midwest. It’s all very endearing.
So naturally, I'm furiously thumbing at my phone, typing as fast as I can, trying not to stare.
*DING! The seatbelt signs turns off.*
You are reading my attempt at fighting the hormonal...
my attempt at an eye-roll inducing motivational poster...
It's no secret. I make light of my OCD tendencies and social anxiety. Jokes soften the blow, but this one's gotten heavier over the last season....