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't play my songs on the smaller harp. I have a Celtic harp. I can't do the key changes.

I didn't sing for years and years, but I started playing harp when I was maybe 9 or 10. I had actually wanted to play for years leading up to that, but no teacher in our little town would take me on as a student, because I was too young.

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

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

It broke my heart when I learned the moon had been passing the sun’s light off as its own.

There are some mornings when the sky looks like a road.