Mountain night
Dear Mom,The dark mountain night rests cold and black with diamonds after a sailor's delight sunset of crimson pink cumulus clouds in a yin yang sky. My skin and nose are ever dry from the high elevated air. I've yet to trim my hair, finding it snare and tangle, somehow searching to be locked together lik

One book closes another one opens
Dear Mom,This September of 09 has truly been a remarkable month on many levels. We started the month in Connecticut and ended up in Colorado with many adventures in-be-tween. It was our first time back on the road in about a year and though we only had five dates, they were consecutive back to b

The road and gardening
Dear Mom,Lizzie and I are getting ready to hit the road again with our ever faithful and beloved, Dharma. The car is ready, we've yet to pack or decide exactly what's coming with us and we have five shows in five days booked from NYC to Columbia, MO. I don't know if we've ever had that many shows booked at on