Let your ‘holding it all together’ self die a little, so you can be renewed…
I love leaving Nashville with the rest of the ‘gigging’ and touring musicians – some of us (like me) driving alone in our small cars filled to the top with gear and merchandise and our performing clothes; some in tour vans; and others still, in their big star coaches....
Love the earth
On the first day of my life in America (in NYC), I decided to buy a simple lunch at the deli. I got a yoghurt in a plastic bag. The bag was free. After I ate the yoghurt, I saved the cup and the bag. Next day, I came back to the same deli to eat a small salad. The man...
The Unexpected Lesson Found in the Austrian Alps
Somewhere over the Atlantic Ocean, at 30,000 feet, it hit me: my sons and I were returning home to Tennessee to an empty house. My husband Matthew, who had passed away four months prior, wouldn’t be waiting at the airport for us as he had done the last time the boys...
Tidal Waves and Storms… and Getting Through Them
I drove to Cincinnati on a Wednesday morning to see my dear friend Linda, who has been battling cancer for many years. (Please say a healing prayer for her.) I arrived in Cincinnati late afternoon. Before heading to Linda’s, I stopped by our family’s old house and...
New Sunrises…
My mom and I woke up the kids five minutes before midnight. “Wake up, it’s time,” I said gently, trying to contain my excitement. When I was a kid, New Year’s Eve was a big deal. It still is a huge night of celebration in Croatia, an important one. Or maybe it’s just...
Exhale the Past and Inhale New Life
It’s the end of another year. For some of us, 2017 was a very challenging year, and, now, the idea of wrapping it up and stepping into the New Year feels good. Hopeful. Uplifting. It feels like what an artist would feel like in front of a new, blank canvas. Of course,...
A Better Decision
During the summer of 2016, I decided to volunteer at the Tennessee State Prison for Women instead of lounging by the pool with my copy of Vogue. Once a week, I drove 45 minutes through the rolling hills, past the white-fenced family farms and huge mansions,...
Grateful for all that we are…. not just the pretty parts.
I’d like to welcome you into my home - my kitchen specifically. It’s warm, equipped with a nice stove (for which I am grateful) and filled with the fragrance of home-made food. As sharing a meal is a very special occasion, I’ve invited a few dear friends - and my...
