Music has as many roles as people make it.

How come I can pick my ears, but not my nose? Who made up that rule anyway? How can you say that's the way it is, that's just the way it goes, why don't you decide fore yourself what you can do?

I just hope it was okay, I know it wasn't perfect, I hope in the end we can laugh and say it was all worth it.

I speak without reservation, from what I know and who I am. I do so with the understanding that all people should have the right to offer their voices to the chorus whether the result is harmony or dissonance. The worldsong is a colorless dirge without the differences that distinguish us, and it is that difference which should be celebrated not condemned.

My mother was a feminist, and she gave me some tools of self-possession and self-empowerment, but now that I have lived here for forty-three years, it's, like, whoa, there is just so much more to do, other than become myself. I'm still talking about it. I still drop the P-word, "patriarchy," on unsuspecting people in everyday conversations.

Mostly, I stay out of social media conversations. But sometimes, they hunt me down and shoot at me anyway!

Don't tell me what they did to you as though you had no choice. Tell me, isn't that your picture? Isn't that your voice.