CIRCLES The path doesn't always run in a straight line.
LIKE A FIRE Since love is everlasting, we really never lose anyone.
BETWEEN MY LINES A homesick loveletter to all I left behind in Minnesota.
LAY YOUR BURDENS DOWN It sounds cliche, but this song really did come to me in a dream. One of those running-in-airport, suitcase-bursting, can-barely-move kind of dreams. I looked up suitcase in my dream dictionary. "See BAGGAGE." Got it.
NOT A CHRISTMAS SONG It was the week before my first Christmas in the South. 85 degrees. I was so homesick for winter. Put up the outside
lights, wept a bit, drank a cold beer, and then wrote this song.
THE TURNING OF A PHRASE I love singing this song. My dear friend Richard, a clever wordsmith, also knows a thing
or two about crafting a fine tune.
TIME IN THE PAST I work steadfastly to stay in the present. But a visit to the past does offer the opportunity to change old stories.