Ugh. What a heart-wrenching time it’s been. Yes, I’m talking about Charlottesville and the aftermath. Often, at times like this, I’m drawn to my guitar, pulled by my hook book to sit down and write. Writing songs is one of the ways I process the baffling world around me. But sometimes, songs won’t come. My heart is broken, my tears are flowing, but the creative way is blocked with too.. Read More