


How My Dad Sang at His Own Funeral
I share this photo and rewrite this blogpost every Father’s Day. It’s one of the only pictures I have of me and my Dad, and it’s on the day of his second wedding. Decades later, I would accompany my father as he sang at his own funeral – and...
A Look at my Dating Photos
Now that I’m dating … or at least visiting a couple dating apps daily, I have a whole new area of discomfort to enjoy in my life. Today I shared my dating photos with a new member of my team, Nyx. In the interest of making myself even more uncomfortable,...
I found my Mentor in a Barn
My first solo show post-pandemic is at one of my favorite places in the world: Celebration Barn Theater in South Paris, ME on Sat. Oct. 8, 2022 This Barn is where I first conceived of a new kind of harpist – freed from sitting behind the harp, full of song and...
Tony and Me… and the Barn
My first solo show post-pandemic is at one of my favorite places in the world: Celebration Barn Theater in South Paris, ME on Sat. Oct. 8, 2022 This Barn is where I first conceived of a new kind of harpist – freed from sitting behind the harp, full of song and...
The Greatest Thing You’ll Ever Learn
One of the songs I heard my mother sing when I was a kid was “Nature Boy” by Eden Ahbez. It was one of the pieces I cut my teeth on when I was learning to ‘fake’ music from chord charts. It has a haunting melody with simple, beautiful chords. There’s one thing I just...
Chappy Chanuka
This is an archive post ~ originally published Dec. 23, 2011 When I was 12 and living in North Carolina, I wanted to send my grandparents a Hannukah card. I’d never celebrated the holiday, since only half my family was Jewish and that half – my mother...
Music is Connection
When I grew up, music was a huge part of my life but I never listened to records or went to concerts. It was all live. It all happened in my home – or my relatives’ homes – most of it spontaneous — and it ran the gamut from us playing ukes and...
Where’s My Cowboy Now?
We went down the driveway to the main road to throw rocks at cars. I remember it as the day of my Grandfather’s funeral. My good buddy Stephen Holmes was visiting. We were about 4 or 5, I guess, and we’d been told to get out of the house. So we went to...