Since I can remember music has been a powerful source of comfort, escape, self expression, and so much more for me. One of my fondest memories was singing in the school choir during my middle school years. I always felt alive when I was singing or performing on stage and probably one of my biggest… Continue reading My Weapon Is A Melody
Nothing gets me more than a song that pulls at my heart strings. Especially when it comes to areas in my life where I have felt (feel) deeply. Last Saturday was the Pep Rally / Rehearsal for the girls that are on the competition teams (and duets/solos) for the dance company we have Celeste in.… Continue reading “I Get To Love You”
One of my favorite childhood memories was Bailey’s day. That was when the white van would come by and pick each of us girls up to take us to our dance class. I can’t help but smile so big when I think about this. The familiar honk and then grabbing my little bag, saying… Continue reading Shake your tail feathers
Yesterday when Celeste and I went to walk Biggie in the evening she found this small spot where she suddenly started to dance and sing. Then she asked me to sing so that she could dance to the song. I stood there watching her twirl, bend, twist, and do all sorts of movements, flowing so… Continue reading Little performer
The sleep deprivation phase (it is a phase right?!) continues. Day 18, but really who’s counting. I almost feel like it’s a badge of courage that I would love to proudly wear. Yes, I have survived 18 days of sleep deprivation. I’m almost 40 (13 days away) and I keep thinking I am way too… Continue reading How I Fool My Body
I wasn’t sure what to do with the song “Human” by Christina Perri when I first heard it. I had been having a particularly difficult day where I felt sad and unappreciated and just tired. I knew I wanted to share it on here, but I was unsure whether I would write any of my own thoughts to go… Continue reading I’m only human
I absolutely freaking L-O-V-E sappy sad country music songs, and my all time favorite artist by far is George Strait. No one else comes even close for me…well except maybe Kenny Rogers – my first exposure to country music at the ripe old age of like 9. I’m actually listening to George Strait while typing this,… Continue reading The Sappier the Song, The Happier I Am!
I’ve been sick since Friday night with terrible body aches, chills, and a sore throat. The body aches have finally subsided today (yay!) but my throat remains sore as ever. My glands are definitely swollen and when I opened wide to peek at the back of my mouth, sure enough there was tons of deep… Continue reading Hey Pretty Girl
Sometimes I find that I’ve done a pretty good job of reminding my mind to forget certain details about my past, particularly my early childhood. Things that I know are there but that I’ve sort of buried away because I don’t really want to dig up those emotions or because I feel I’ve laid them… Continue reading Music and My Father
If there is one thing I wouldn’t like to be without it’s music. My mom likes to tell me the thing she misses the most about me not living at home anymore are all those times I’d turn on my music and dance all around the house and jump on the bed and belt out… Continue reading Music Fills My Soul
Purse Meets Diaper Bag 