In the summer of 2017 my folks moved out of my childhood home in Madison, Wisconsin. I had lived there since I was four up until I left for college in Minnesota where I studied music, theatre and dance, and performed in the Twin Cities area. View: Performing Pictures Since 2000, I had been traveling… Continue reading How going back to my roots led to my first song
With the release of my latest song "A Window Seat" out November 19th I thought I'd share what inspired it. Listen & Watch the Dog Music VideoThe first line of lyric in the song is: "A little red suitcase goes underneath riding a Badger bus to Milwaukee." On the cover art for the song, I'm… Continue reading NEW song “A Window Seat” inspired by a Badger Bus trip and little red suitcase
Growing up in Madison, Wisconsin as a little girl I used to listen to the radio all the time. There wasn't the endless options streaming has brought us nowadays. We'd just turned the radio on and listen to whatever was playing that day. Things were definitely simpler. My Dad introduced me to the oldies he… Continue reading Song “Carry On” plays on Madison, Wisconsin Radio WWMV-LP 95.5FM -Live, Loud and Local
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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.
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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
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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
