A Conversation Between A Newborn & Her Mommy

“Mommy, please hold me,” the newborn said. “I have never been alone, and I don’t like it.” “Oh darling,” Mommy said, “You’re never alone. Sometimes I have to set you down so I can take care of your big sisters, or make lunch, or take a shower, but Mommy is always nearby.” “But Mommy,” the tiny baby insisted, “I need …

The Lorica of Saint Mommy of Sick Children

Yeah. So, we’ve had a stomach virus here for about the past week, and today it culminated in one of the most craptastic days in my three year career so far as a mother. Bad things have been happening. Bad, bad things.

Week 2 National Poetry Month: A Child, Good Friday, Easter Eggs, & Journey To The Center Of The Earth

OK, so technically, we’re in the third week of April. Bear with me here, because I’m running a tad behind (between pregnancy brain and mothering a toddler, this Momma-Bear is tired!), and anyway, you can’t rush art!  Here’s a collection of poems and lyrics for my second National Poetry Month installment, appropriately themed for Holy Week and Easter 🙂  Enjoy! A …

Week 1 National Poetry Month: A Portrait of Midnight, The Window Fellow, Rainy Days & Writing

Well, I am a week late posting these, but better late than never, right?! Actually, now that I’ve entered the third trimester of pregnancy we had a few preterm labor scares earlier this month, and I honestly just wasn’t feeling poetic or bloggy.  Thankfully, the baby is safe, I am healthy (albeit dreadfully uncomfortable), and we’re crossing our fingers for a …

The Highwayman: When Incredible Poetry & Exquisite Music Combine (Alfred Noyes & Loreena McKennitt)

As I mentioned in a recent review of Loreena McKennitt‘s new The Journey So Far ‘best of’ album, I missed seeing The Highwayman included in the track listing. Well, now you can hear why! Below I’ve including The Highwayman as well as Alfred Noyes’ original poem of tragic romance. Happy #MusicMonday! Download The Highwayman MP3 via Amazon The Highwayman Alfred Noyes …

I Don’t Have Fans, I Have a Listenership: The Complexities of an Artistic Demographic

I’ve never liked calling the people who love my music “fans.” That three-letter-word makes me think of those screaming hordes of ditsy girls who swooned over The Beatles. Fans buy stuff even if it’s crummy. Fans have crushes on celebrities they’ll probably never meet. Fans quote artists even if the quote is completely asinine. Fans get their butts autographed. Niki …