It broke my heart when I learned the moon had been passing the sunโs light off as its own.
We are blessed and sustained by what is not said
There are some mornings when the sky looks like a road.
The so-called positive press has in some ways been more difficult to swallow than the negative.
I have writing songs on my own for about six years.
I never thought people would be mortally offended by the sounds I was making.