Families of privilege and money would have harps in their parlors, and their cultured daughters would learn to play. It's got such a strange history. But that wasn't the context that I learned it in, so the inherent friction between that history and the more humanist folk-y history wasn't in my conscience at all.

I can understand someone not liking the voice or the songs.

I am producing sounds that people are not used to hearing from the harp.

We deserve to know light. And grow evermore lighter and lighter.

People are often afraid for me. They think that I am going to break. I can make it through a set.

I am always trying to write.

The way that words fit together is always interesting to me. I love words.