What Babies Think

It may seem unbelievable, but I have a couple of memories as a baby. The more I think about this, the more grateful I am for this incredible gift. It gives me a special perspective and compassion for babies. The youngest one I remember was when I was somewhere between 7 and 8 months old. I remember the ability to easily sit up, but crawling was limited, if even possible. My mom put me on the floor in the living room with a donut puzzle. It has different size rings in different colors that you have to put in a certain order on a cone. The puzzle has a bottom base that rocks a little. I guess it created softer corners and made it more interesting. It also made it a little more challenging to c

The Day The Sun Went Out

I love the feeling of the sun on my face. Not in the sense of a hot beach, lying on a towel, baking in the heat with sweat pouring, wondering how much more I can stand. But in the way that it feels more like a kiss from the Divine. Whether it’s in a moment, sitting next to the window and feeling the warm rays touch my face, or outside as I walk to the spot in my yard where I do Tai Chi, I always take a moment to feel it and breathe it in. Even when I’m riding in the car and the sun angles in just right, I’ll close my eyes and let the light bathe me. I can’t help but smile in those moments. When I lived in the middle of Nashville – one block from music row – my office and keyboard were in a r

How The Healing Songwriting Started

One of the greatest gifts I received growing up was living in a world where there was always music. Both my parents were big music lovers. When my mom was in her late teens and early 20s, she sang in a couple of big bands including one that was well known in Milwaukee. She sounded like Doris Day and looked just as beautiful. (That's her in the picture.) There are a few recordings from back then including when she sang again in her early 40s making demos for a recording studio. I made a compilation of her recordings for a Christmas present one year. She was definitely the real deal. When my dad was in college, he played first chair trumpet in the jazz band. You can see one reason they hit it

What Are You Doing Today?

What are you doing today? A common question I get from my family and several of my friends who know I have a varied schedule. I don’t have a set Monday-Friday, 9-5, which I’m grateful for. But how I decide what I’m doing each day has changed recently. When I don’t have to be at a certain place first thing in the morning, I take time to be still. I say that with such simplicity and confidence, however, that’s not always easy for me. My mind has habitually gone over the lists in my head, the responsibilities, the shoulds and everything that says that if I do this, I will be loved. Strange, isn’t it? Doing things for other people so that you will be loved is usually not a conscious action, but

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