Outside my little artist’s garret (corner of the living room…), the world is dark and drear. This “flooding the zone” with upheaval, our collective grief over loss both intimate and public. And still — or perhaps because we need it — joy persists. The world keeps placing things in my hands that draw me outward again. It floods me, despite, despite, despite.

The Turn of the Screw is an uplifting musical, I promise.

On marking a year of grief with a decidedly quiet tune: "April Fooled Me" by Jerome Kern and Dorothy Fields.

When the worry is level high and restful nights are in short supply, conditions are perfect for a mashup.

‬On "enoughness," trusting the inspiration to do it differently, and the cycle of love and loss we all‬ share‬‭ .‬

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It's been autumn for me all year. So I figured I should sing about it.‬

On finding my purpose again after loss.

Reflecting on what’s working for me (and what isn’t) when I’m closing in on a performance.

The act of making music is inherently generous. Sure, it’s brave, it takes hard work, but it’s more than that. It’s really an act of giving, it’s hopeful. It says “Here. This thing I made that is part of me - it's for you."

On what it takes to make musical magic real, and why possible outshines correct.