I'm so grateful that I can play and that I can execute what I hear in my head, because that's the tricky part.
Here's my pet peeve: The not-so-unstated rule that all women are only to be treated as sexual objects and gawked at-you know, sitting up against a car, washing something, bending over, licking something. That just drives me crazy.
Soul music is timeless.
Moments are so fleeting; I want to hold on to the good ones.
Not having all the information can make me feel vulnerable.
It's a beautiful blessing that I get to help raise a man. And I want to show him as much as possible.