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My apologies for missing last week, I was dealing with a kidney stone. Friends, drink water. Because these things hurt. I don’t really know what to say to all of you right now. My head is asking my heart if we should be doing more. More writing, more guitar playing, more not my 9-5 job…
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I brought home a new cat. So now I’ve got three. Two boys and a girl, and lord help me, I think I made a mistake. But first, a quick history of how I became a cat mama to three. Shortly after I got divorced I texted my aunt to see if she had any…
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Last month I decided that I was going to embrace my inner stoner. It turns out, that meant physically, and medically, as I spent the last 10 days with a kidney stone. Don’t worry friends, I’m just habitually dehydrated. It’s been a problem my whole life. I swear, I’m trying to be better. But I…
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My “Mama” Reba dropped an EP tonight. I stayed up late to listen. The new song of them? “One Night In Tulsa” I won’t lie, I cried the first 10 listens to it. I just cried. The first time listening, I just heard the melody. I didn’t even hear the words. I cried for that…
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A friend recommended the book Mother Hunger: How Adult Daughters Can Understand and Heal from Lost Nurturance, Protection, and Guidance by Kelly McDaniel to me. My mommy issues are no secret. So I ordered it. I had no intention of starting it anytime soon. I bought it so I could tell them I had it,…
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I know I sayI can’t go home again.It’s not because I don’t want to, it’s because I can’t.I don’t know wherehome is for me.Because the only placethat has ever felt like homeisn’t a place.It’s a person on the screen.It’s a person on the radio.So I can’t go backto somewhere I wasnever allowed to go.
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This is not a “you have to believe what I do and that’s the only right answer” place. So if you’re here because of a random tag, and you’re going to start an argument, see your way out. Okay, now that it’s the real ones here, hi. I’m so sorry to do this to you.…
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There is a specific kind of safety in a pseudonym. A quiet place to put the words where they can’t burn you. I spent a lifetime just wanting someone—anyone—to look my way and acknowledge the noise in my head, but I was always too afraid to attach my own face to the melody.Then the phone…
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I don’t know what having a mom feels like, but I imagine it would feel like listening to you. On the screen, or behind the lyrics, you bring me that kind of peace. The sense of safety most grew up with, but I didn’t. Today is your birthday, and while I’ll never be able to…
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A paralegal’s 1,800-mile journey from the cornfields of Iowa to a studio in LA. A raw, poetic exploration of finding ‘home’ in a voice that raised you, a 28th birthday reclaimed, and the silent wave that changed everything. Written by Elizabeth Ardelle.
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Lyrical Logic 