I feel restless these days with an urge that is so pure, and raw, and true…

“This only happens once” are the words I remember thinking…

Photos from a road trip to the Atlantic…

There’s a home video of my sisters and I from the Halloween of 2005…

The kitchen fridge buzzed…

The days are slow and restful here and the weather is always a gamble…

I’m sitting here across the table from the Stevie Nicks poster that hangs above our kitchen table….

It’s been over a month since the last time I sat down to write about my life on the road…

I’m constantly in a cycle of practicing and receiving forgiveness…