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We all have that one era of music, no matter the genre, that has us in an absolute chokehold. That one era of music we always gravitate to because it feels like home. It should be no surprise that for me that’s the powerhouse era of ’90s country. This year I have the incredible opportunity…
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Hey friends. My life has been crazy. But I’m still right here. And I’m a little triggered, to be honest, but not necessarily in a bad way. When we hear the word “triggered” we typically associate it with a downward spiral. We associate it with feeling of hopelessness and unworthiness. But the “triggered” I’m feeling…
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Alright y’all. Sorry for the late post this week. I was busy putting finishing touches on part of my manuscript to send to my editor/proofreader. Yeah. I actually hired one. Insane, I know. It feels like I’ve handed over a piece of my soul. It feels jarring. I’m nervous as can be because what do…
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Hey friends. Still can’t write that Reba react. I think that the song has broken my brain in the best possible way. Or worst possible way, I guess it just depends on how you want to look at it. I’m actually stepping back into an old skin this week. I’m stepping back into the pulpit…
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Okay, here’s the deal y’all. I’m in the middle of a couple of different things. On top of all of that, I’m currently waiting (rather impatiently) for a formal ADHD diagnosis (expected June 11) and it has been suggested that I stop using my coping mechanisms to just do all the things and to let…
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Most days I don’t complain about my ability to hear the different pieces of a song. Most days I’m just thankful to have something that I connect so deeply to. This Memorial Day weekend I spent locked up in my house. I spent the weekend writing and editing pieces of “What Surrendered.” I’m starting to…
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I was going through my Google Drive this weekend (yes, it’s where I keep the Vault) and stumbled across this poem. “Requiem for the Gold” was the name. I was curious. I didn’t remember writing it. So I opened up the document, read it, and instantly busted out laughing. I had to have been stoned…
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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,…
