My Blog

At the end of each year I write a blog post where I reflect on what I experienced. It is a way of keeping track of who I allowed myself to become; where I failed and what I considered a success. Oh, and all the things that remain the same… During the songwriting workshop I […]

Just where does healing start? I mean…how do you get through any heartbreak without losing your damn mind, blaming the other or losing belief in not only yourself but people and perhaps even god herself eh? Saying I know how to deal with being alone is an understatement. While I can purge musically and belt […]

So last night while at the beach my friends and I spoke about my ideas for artwork. And then something was said that I had to jot in my notebook. I love it when magic happens Here are some of the lyrics I’m breaking the chains and all the things that bind me// The cage […]

Everyone is falling in love and having babies. Musicians are travelling and planning shows. And I find myself sitting in a beach house with friends, sipping whiskey as the sun sets while reading their tarot cards. I should have been a therapist/reader as I spend so much time with people, picking up their energies. God. […]

Dearest Body, skin and Bones… You have to forgive me for all the years of abuse. But before you offer me forgiveness and understanding, I have to explain. I never knew that you, the skin my bones and muscles are wrapped around, and I are one and the same. No one ever told me that […]

You can’t escape it. Jehovah’s witnesses are still going door to door. Had my Father opened up…well, let’s just say he wouldn’t. Or if he could he would have thrown them with stones. My father, a revolutionary in his weary bones, cannot stand the church or organised religion. My Mother would argue doctrine of course… […]

There is so much I do not know about our country, its struggles, its histories and joys. As a musician, I know very few of the struggle songs, the music that fuelled the struggle, the revolution. My father was shocked while listening to me being interviewed on radio when the talk show host asked me […]

How often do we take a look at our lives and think of all the really good stuff eh? Some call it gratitude, others like my Mother call it Grace. Either way, I am gonna share some of mine. Dancing makes me happy. At Summer Camp, a trans music festival, I was offered a banana […]