Today is Father’s Day. It is early morning. The first to rise, I have brewed myself some coffee in a beloved French press that my family gave to me. In a quiet corner of the house, I have pulled out a few instruments and have been investigating some...

I shared a new song this week. The link is shared below this post. As I open my new-age electronic notebook to write this morning, I feel weary. I have had plenty of rest. I have had plenty to eat. Last night was not brimming over with frivolous shen...

I have promised myself, and friends, that I would re-learn the habit of sharing songs. When I was good at sharing songs, the world was a wildly different place. This is interesting to think about. Recently, I have found myself so very weary of listen...

This past Friday, I shared Abilene with any who may wish to come near enough to listen. Sharing songs at this point in my life has been quite an unexpected experience for me, nothing short of joy-filled. Truth be told, I have always wrestled with wha...

Twelve years ago I shared a collection of songs with whomever might come to listen, might happen to stumble upon them. I titled the collection Songs from Fort Defiance, Vol. 1. The volume one add was very intentional. The addition was a reminder to m...

There is nothing quite like the feeling of a newly written tune. It is a gift. Every time I get to experience it, I am deeply grateful. This one started out on the guitar, but I really enjoyed finishing it on the piano. This is basically a work-tape...

Was I to tell the truth, for a time I was afraid that I had forever lost this love of music and songs that is such a very central and deep part of me. I can recall days that I would pick up my guitar to play, and I could hardly recall how to hold … C...