We moved to our current house in the summer of 2019. I've always wanted a house with a great basement. To me, a great basement is simple. It has one key element: it's fully underground and would protect me in a tornado like the one I saw in "The Wizard of Oz" as a little… Continue reading My NEW “Vintage-Euro-Theatre” Inspired Songwriting Space
Were you ever told how you got your name? Names are weird right? It's literally the first thing that's given to us by our parents and we live with it the rest of our lives. Well, except if you legally ever change it, like when getting married. Then there's the question of whether or not you… Continue reading Why I thought I was an orphan in kindergarten, and how it led to Annie Lynn Music
Just my Grandma and I were standing around her dinning room table when she said, "Nice things take time." I'll never forget it. It was like a piece of advice and an observation all in one, and it stuck in my memory for good. My Grandma had planned for us to frost and decorate mini… Continue reading A silver spoon links me to well-known bookbinders and reminds me that: nice things take time.
It was finally my turn to get to do a trip alone with my grandparents. Both my sisters had had their chance, which involved flying to Scotland on separate occasions to see my cousins who lived there. When it would have been my turn, they moved back. So I never got the chance to go… Continue reading Flying to Florida alone when I was eleven
I remember getting a shiny round button that said "Jesus loves me" at Sunday School as a little girl. Raised catholic, my family would go to church on Sundays regularly so I got used to the routine of it all. I remember sitting on the church kneeler in front of my parents looking under the… Continue reading Sunday Brunch with Rose
I remember the day my favorite uncle picked me up at daycare to go flying. Originally I thought I was four, but a quick google search on a historical event and a phone call to my Dad tonight confirms I was only three. So, this was 1985. Must have been spring, or could have been… Continue reading The day I co-piloted and flew a plane at three years old
My mom has told me the same story four days before my birthday for as long as I can remember. Over the years she's either called me or sent an email retelling me just how it all happened that day. Sometimes, I think that day remains in her mind more clearly than my actual birthday.… Continue reading Why I love the color, yellow.
