My hands were shaking and my stomach was in knots but my voice, oh man, it was soaring. 

Thank you to everyone that made it out to The Hamilton last night. I am so blessed to be surrounded by people that love and support me as much as you. It does not go unnoticed. 

Photography: Sarah Stuart Walters / @therahstuwalt / http://www.sarahstuartphoto.com (at The Hamilton)

My hands were shaking and my stomach was in knots but my voice, oh man, it was soaring.

Thank you to everyone that made it out to The Hamilton last night. I am so blessed to be surrounded by people that love and support me as much as you. It does not go unnoticed.

Photography: Sarah Stuart Walters / @therahstuwalt / http://www.sarahstuartphoto.com (at The Hamilton)


First show in three months since blowing out my vocal folds. These girls are ready. #herewegoagain

First show in three months since blowing out my vocal folds. These girls are ready. #herewegoagain


Stockholm 2014

Stockholm 2014


Paris, France. 2014. Bucket list check. ✔️

Paris, France. 2014. Bucket list check. ✔️


Quiet days bring quiet epiphanies. 

"These facts are part of what makes me who I am. As a creator, it is useless to fight this or pretend that I am not who I am. It would behoove me to instead find the serenity to accept the things I cannot change about myself and to find ways of using my individuality to its full potential. The creator who desires to tend his soil must have a little patience." 

- Michael Gungor, “The Crowd, The Critic, The Muse”

Quiet days bring quiet epiphanies.

"These facts are part of what makes me who I am. As a creator, it is useless to fight this or pretend that I am not who I am. It would behoove me to instead find the serenity to accept the things I cannot change about myself and to find ways of using my individuality to its full potential. The creator who desires to tend his soil must have a little patience."

- Michael Gungor, “The Crowd, The Critic, The Muse”


What do I do when life hands me a big bag of lemons? I chop, sift, stir, and make pecan and walnut pesto and peanut banana honey muffins. #thesilentchef

What do I do when life hands me a big bag of lemons? I chop, sift, stir, and make pecan and walnut pesto and peanut banana honey muffins. #thesilentchef


Yesterday was a dream watching my vocal, guitar, and songwriting lady students nail it at the @jamminjava open mic. Who says girls can’t rock?! #thenextgeneration #girlscanrock (at Jammin’ Java)

Yesterday was a dream watching my vocal, guitar, and songwriting lady students nail it at the @jamminjava open mic. Who says girls can’t rock?! #thenextgeneration #girlscanrock (at Jammin’ Java)


Sometimes I sing pretty and then people like @danfisk ask me to be in their music videos. Thanks @springwoodprod for a great shoot. #LaLaLaLaaaa (at The Barns at Hamilton Station Vineyards)

Sometimes I sing pretty and then people like @danfisk ask me to be in their music videos. Thanks @springwoodprod for a great shoot. #LaLaLaLaaaa (at The Barns at Hamilton Station Vineyards)


Laughs, live music, hair bows, Virginia mountains, raindrops on skin and not caring because TODAY WAS BEAUTIFUL.

Laughs, live music, hair bows, Virginia mountains, raindrops on skin and not caring because TODAY WAS BEAUTIFUL.


#31DaysOfSelfLove: #day30 At last. 30 days of self love and tomorrow is the big day. There is only one thing left (aside from the big finish) and that is the all encompassing, laughs and giggles, quiet and pensive, supportive, frustrated, quick to laugh, quick to ask, quick to wit, stubborn, smiley, searching, confused quite a bit, curious always, dramatic (as much as I detest that word), driven, daring, some say bubbly, some say caring, some say darling, some say exaggerated, colorful, creative, and bottomless personality. In the past, you were called loud, so you hated your voice. In the past you were called aggressive, so you pretended not to care. In the past you were called spineless, so you pushed a little too hard. In the past you were called bossy, so you thought you’d never be liked. In the past you were called too nice, so you tried your hand at bitter. In the past you were told that you were too much, so you tried to not be at all. In the past you were told that you were not good enough, so you tried to change yourself for them. My dearest personality, they were liars and you are perfect in every way - for the simple fact that you are mine and I am loved and we are whole.

TOMORROW. “Listen” single and music video release. I think I’m finally brave enough. Stay tuned…

#31DaysOfSelfLove: #day30 At last. 30 days of self love and tomorrow is the big day. There is only one thing left (aside from the big finish) and that is the all encompassing, laughs and giggles, quiet and pensive, supportive, frustrated, quick to laugh, quick to ask, quick to wit, stubborn, smiley, searching, confused quite a bit, curious always, dramatic (as much as I detest that word), driven, daring, some say bubbly, some say caring, some say darling, some say exaggerated, colorful, creative, and bottomless personality. In the past, you were called loud, so you hated your voice. In the past you were called aggressive, so you pretended not to care. In the past you were called spineless, so you pushed a little too hard. In the past you were called bossy, so you thought you’d never be liked. In the past you were called too nice, so you tried your hand at bitter. In the past you were told that you were too much, so you tried to not be at all. In the past you were told that you were not good enough, so you tried to change yourself for them. My dearest personality, they were liars and you are perfect in every way - for the simple fact that you are mine and I am loved and we are whole.

TOMORROW. “Listen” single and music video release. I think I’m finally brave enough. Stay tuned…


#31DaysOfSelfLove: #day29 My stomach and I, we go way back. We’ve been around the block. We’ve loved each other, we’ve hated each other. We go to the gym. We sweat. We congratulate ourselves as the number on the scale goes down. Sometimes we ignore the brownie we just consumed and sometimes we chastise. There have been times when I’ve hated my stomach so much that I refuse to eat for weeks. For weeks. Yes, weeks. There have been times when I adored myself and allowed a meal where I gorged on pizza, pasta, and all things cheesy and still left with a smile. My stomach and I, we’ve been around the block. Sucking in, lifting up, buttoning pants, praying for my size, pulling, stretching, hiding love handles. But I cannot hide it forever. I can only do so much before people find me out for the phony that I am. I am not a curvy girl. I am a tiger with stripes across her stomach. I wear them with pride for they are apart of me and tell a long story of love and hate. In this moment, for the part of my body which I have the hardest time accepting as is, I choose love. Love for my stripes and love for my story. I declare love. #listen

#31DaysOfSelfLove: #day29 My stomach and I, we go way back. We’ve been around the block. We’ve loved each other, we’ve hated each other. We go to the gym. We sweat. We congratulate ourselves as the number on the scale goes down. Sometimes we ignore the brownie we just consumed and sometimes we chastise. There have been times when I’ve hated my stomach so much that I refuse to eat for weeks. For weeks. Yes, weeks. There have been times when I adored myself and allowed a meal where I gorged on pizza, pasta, and all things cheesy and still left with a smile. My stomach and I, we’ve been around the block. Sucking in, lifting up, buttoning pants, praying for my size, pulling, stretching, hiding love handles. But I cannot hide it forever. I can only do so much before people find me out for the phony that I am. I am not a curvy girl. I am a tiger with stripes across her stomach. I wear them with pride for they are apart of me and tell a long story of love and hate. In this moment, for the part of my body which I have the hardest time accepting as is, I choose love. Love for my stripes and love for my story. I declare love. #listen


#31DaysOfSelfLove: #day28 (Yesterday) Little girl, you are so loved. You don’t know it because you are free of worries, free of stress, free of pestering questions about the future, but you are going to grow up to be a strong, resilient, beautiful human being but before you become a butterfly, with wild, wonderful wings dancing in the sky, you must first test the ground as a caterpillar. This is going to be very difficult for you. The rocks will hurt. Scars shall remain. The dust kicked up by naive, jealous, and hurtful passerbys blinding. You will search the sky, always. You will beg the stars to waltz with you. You will hate being a young belly crawler and long to be with the greats who have cast their stories in the sky. But you must, it’s a part of growing up. It’s a part of your story. Your journey. One day, on an uneventful, average Tuesday, you will look in the mirror and know your face with pride and you will sprout your wings, you will lift from the ground, and you will know what it feels like to walk among the stars. Little girl, you are whole. Little girl, you are complete. Little girl, you are loved. Little girl, you have already made me so proud. Now open your wings open. You are star bound.

#31DaysOfSelfLove: #day28 (Yesterday) Little girl, you are so loved. You don’t know it because you are free of worries, free of stress, free of pestering questions about the future, but you are going to grow up to be a strong, resilient, beautiful human being but before you become a butterfly, with wild, wonderful wings dancing in the sky, you must first test the ground as a caterpillar. This is going to be very difficult for you. The rocks will hurt. Scars shall remain. The dust kicked up by naive, jealous, and hurtful passerbys blinding. You will search the sky, always. You will beg the stars to waltz with you. You will hate being a young belly crawler and long to be with the greats who have cast their stories in the sky. But you must, it’s a part of growing up. It’s a part of your story. Your journey. One day, on an uneventful, average Tuesday, you will look in the mirror and know your face with pride and you will sprout your wings, you will lift from the ground, and you will know what it feels like to walk among the stars. Little girl, you are whole. Little girl, you are complete. Little girl, you are loved. Little girl, you have already made me so proud. Now open your wings open. You are star bound.


#31DaysOfSelfLove: #day27 Some days you want to eat cake all day. Some days you know you can conquer. Some days you don’t feel like you’re built strong enough. Some day you could move a mountain with just the tips of your left hand. You believe and then you falter. You succeed and then you question everything. One thing always remains. Me. Passion. Passion for life, passion for career, passion for love, passion for leaving your mark. On days when “what’s the point” is the most commonly asked question, a fire still remains lit. Ideas, creativity, spirit…the wood that keeps the embers glowing orange. You’re not going to solve all the world’s problems in one day. You’re not going to complete all your goals right this moment. But that fiery passion glowing red hot is the catalyst for change and revolution. So, sometimes you want to sleep in past 10. THAT’S OKAY. I repeat: IT’S OKAY TO CUT YOURSELF A BREAK. Just make sure that when you wake up (and after coffee) you’ve got a match waiting to ignite.

#31DaysOfSelfLove: #day27 Some days you want to eat cake all day. Some days you know you can conquer. Some days you don’t feel like you’re built strong enough. Some day you could move a mountain with just the tips of your left hand. You believe and then you falter. You succeed and then you question everything. One thing always remains. Me. Passion. Passion for life, passion for career, passion for love, passion for leaving your mark. On days when “what’s the point” is the most commonly asked question, a fire still remains lit. Ideas, creativity, spirit…the wood that keeps the embers glowing orange. You’re not going to solve all the world’s problems in one day. You’re not going to complete all your goals right this moment. But that fiery passion glowing red hot is the catalyst for change and revolution. So, sometimes you want to sleep in past 10. THAT’S OKAY. I repeat: IT’S OKAY TO CUT YOURSELF A BREAK. Just make sure that when you wake up (and after coffee) you’ve got a match waiting to ignite.


#31DaysOfSelfLove: #day26 Loving yourself is so much more than just your hands, feet, and flaws. It’s an all encompassing, from birth to flight, bigger than your body appreciation for another minute lived. It’s saying thank you with each lift of your chest and beat of a rhythmic heart keeping time for your dance: life. I was the odd little girl with the big voice who asked the big questions. What is the purpose of life? Why was I born? Where am I going? Is there ice cream in heaven? To me, asking the big questions is like feeding my soul rich and delicious chocolate. Do I need chocolate to survive? Certainly not. But the sweetness adds to the taste of my life.  My soul is better when the big questions are asked. I’m often judged, by myself and by others, for looking and believing in the unknown. The things unseen. Fairies, angels, stones, and signs. But that is who I am. Imaginative, creative, and always, always searching in the stars for my next big question. My next piece of chocolate. And in the war between self-love and self-hate, there’s an old soul with all the answers, smiling at this new body of mine awkwardly stumbling and stammering through this life. My physical body? Yeah, I have my bad days. My soul? Looking to the stars with a mouthful of chocolate. #listentoselflove #listen

#31DaysOfSelfLove: #day26 Loving yourself is so much more than just your hands, feet, and flaws. It’s an all encompassing, from birth to flight, bigger than your body appreciation for another minute lived. It’s saying thank you with each lift of your chest and beat of a rhythmic heart keeping time for your dance: life. I was the odd little girl with the big voice who asked the big questions. What is the purpose of life? Why was I born? Where am I going? Is there ice cream in heaven? To me, asking the big questions is like feeding my soul rich and delicious chocolate. Do I need chocolate to survive? Certainly not. But the sweetness adds to the taste of my life. My soul is better when the big questions are asked. I’m often judged, by myself and by others, for looking and believing in the unknown. The things unseen. Fairies, angels, stones, and signs. But that is who I am. Imaginative, creative, and always, always searching in the stars for my next big question. My next piece of chocolate. And in the war between self-love and self-hate, there’s an old soul with all the answers, smiling at this new body of mine awkwardly stumbling and stammering through this life. My physical body? Yeah, I have my bad days. My soul? Looking to the stars with a mouthful of chocolate. #listentoselflove #listen


#31DaysOfSelfLove: #day25 I’m always thinking of the future. I never think of the “then” (left) and “now”(right). After a very long day of trudging through the songwriter minefields, I slowly made my way home. It had been a tough day and my mind began to wander to my neverending to-do list. Before I could stop myself, I was making a list of all the things I hadn’t accomplished in my career. Write a hit song. Record my second album. Tour internationally. Win a Grammy. Be better at guitar. Be better at singing. Be better in general. And on and on I went. I took no notice of the slow spiral into a fit of self loathing. Or maybe I did and I didn’t care to stop it. There wasn’t pride. There was angst. There wasn’t hope. There was impatience. When I arrived home I quickly got to work on today’s blog. I had every intention of writing about my shoulders but I couldn’t stand myself and I couldn’t stay focused. I knew I had something else on on my mind: my path. I’m writing this, even now, as I trudge through the lesson I need to learn. I have to trust this road I’m on. It’s the same path that brought me to where I am today. The same path I took my first steps on on September 2008 when I decided to try writing music on my own and performed at run-down cabaret somewhere in midtown that smelled like cigarettes and hopeful dreamers. I get so caught up in the future and what could be, I forget about the amazing journey I had to get here. I know it all happened for a reason because I am sitting here, alive and able to tell my story. And it’s a damn good one! Trusting the path is trusting myself. I’m not very good at that but I’m trying to get better. Each day is a blessing and is one step closer to my destiny. Stop searching for the path. You’re on it. #listentoselflove #listen

#31DaysOfSelfLove: #day25 I’m always thinking of the future. I never think of the “then” (left) and “now”(right). After a very long day of trudging through the songwriter minefields, I slowly made my way home. It had been a tough day and my mind began to wander to my neverending to-do list. Before I could stop myself, I was making a list of all the things I hadn’t accomplished in my career. Write a hit song. Record my second album. Tour internationally. Win a Grammy. Be better at guitar. Be better at singing. Be better in general. And on and on I went. I took no notice of the slow spiral into a fit of self loathing. Or maybe I did and I didn’t care to stop it. There wasn’t pride. There was angst. There wasn’t hope. There was impatience. When I arrived home I quickly got to work on today’s blog. I had every intention of writing about my shoulders but I couldn’t stand myself and I couldn’t stay focused. I knew I had something else on on my mind: my path. I’m writing this, even now, as I trudge through the lesson I need to learn. I have to trust this road I’m on. It’s the same path that brought me to where I am today. The same path I took my first steps on on September 2008 when I decided to try writing music on my own and performed at run-down cabaret somewhere in midtown that smelled like cigarettes and hopeful dreamers. I get so caught up in the future and what could be, I forget about the amazing journey I had to get here. I know it all happened for a reason because I am sitting here, alive and able to tell my story. And it’s a damn good one! Trusting the path is trusting myself. I’m not very good at that but I’m trying to get better. Each day is a blessing and is one step closer to my destiny. Stop searching for the path. You’re on it. #listentoselflove #listen