I was fifteen when I wrote my first song. Back then, it was just an occasional creative pastime. That grew into a passion around 15-20 years later, when I was a stay-at-home mother raising my beautiful babies and needed a creative outlet. I worked at my craft, and I recall finding my “true voice” as an artist when I penned All for Nothing. As my song catalog grew, my confidence in my ability as a songwriter did as well. I began to professionally record my original works, and my confidence as a recording artist also began to grow. But as proud as I was of myself and my ability to make what I believed to be listenable music, part of me still felt a bit silly sharing with others that I was a “singer/songwriter”. I hadn’t fully embraced the title, or at least given myself permission to take myself seriously in that regard. Here I am now, in many ways feeling more connected with the girl in these photographs than I have in a very long time, but with the benefit of 40 additional years of life experience. I am proud to be a singer/songwriter. Creating music is every bit as much a part of me as the daughter, sister, wife, mother, friend, athlete and nurse have ever been. I am still figuring things out, and probably always will be, to some degree. But I love where I am at right now, and I am grateful for the journey.