The act of making music can be completely solitary and can heal you, uplift you, soothe you, bring the tears, the smiles, the pain, the truth. The act of making music with others – singing, playing an instrument, taking it in, feeling the beat inside your chest, the harmonies coming together, the feeling of collaboration, the feeling of nailing it perfectly and seeing that the others felt it too – no words.

It will never grow old. High school band, praise team, singing in the car.


Today’s writing (really yesterday’s) is an apology. An apology to Justin, who was kind enough to include me in his writing challenge. A challenge which simply required me to write 150 words or less every day for one month. A challenge I failed on day seven.

Justin, I apologize. This is a word you may hear from me quite often during our friendship. Sometimes I screw up. Okay, a lot of sometimes.

In my defense… okay, no defense.

Apologies are important. Screwing up is common. Apologies are not common. Whatever you did wrong may not have mattered to whoever you wronged, but if it’s on your heart… Well, the truth is it just makes you feel better to admit when you’re wrong, make a point of admitting it and then – maybe this is most important – allow yourself to move on.


“Do not arouse the wrath of the great and powerful Oz! … Do you presume to criticize the great Oz? You ungrateful creatures consider yourselves lucky that I’m giving you audience tomorrow, instead of 20 years from now! … The great Oz has spoken! Pay no attention to that man behind the curtain!”

Okay, I was obsessed with The Wizard of Oz as a kid. Seriously obsessed. I even had a poster in my room that listed out reasons for why “Everything I need to know I learned from The Wizard of Oz.”

The thing is, that poster was true then and it’s still true now.

There is an appropriate, relevant Oz quote for pretty much every situation in life. That was definitely true to today, and it will likely be true tomorrow. Now, I’m putting on my ruby red slippers and getting out of here.

(3rd grade Lindsay, “Dorothy” … Oh, and my friend Anna the Hershey Kiss.)


One would think the whole work/life balance thing would grow easier as one ages. As you gain more skills and become more confident you handle things with more ease. Right? …

I have found the exact opposite to be true. In my 20s when I had far more energy but far less ambition, I handled any number of things without being overwhelmed. When it came to managing the balance between a job and spending quality time with my girls while still meeting their basic needs – no sweat!

Now, in my 30s, I find myself with a challenging, rewarding job and two children who are fully potty trained. Yet on an almost daily basis I feel that I am never quite giving 100% to any area. The balance is a constant struggle and I feel that one side or the other is almost always getting cheated.

Magic wand please?


Town’s in super debt. City council’s in a fret. Streets are staying wet. Some start to take a bet. Stinky air has really set.

Sinkholes in the street. Men with tired feet. Town just can’t compete. Eyes will never meet. Embarrassed just to greet.

Pointing fingers everywhere. Pride we have to spare. Blame has to fall somewhere.

Water you can’t drink. Families, they just sink. ‘Why?’ they all think.

Hey, what if we link?! “Now you’re thinking,” with a wink…

With another nearby town? Maybe they will frown? But they’ll never turn us down! Maybe things could turn around!

Crews are working in the ground! Hey, I really like that sound!

Gotta get those jobs somehow. Maybe pride we can allow.

This is T’Ville now.


Technology is genius…. And technology is a travesty…

I’m definitely showing my age with this one, but I’m allowed at least one rant.

I love so many of the amazing advantages and luxuries technology has brought into our lives. Take for instance this very blog you’re reading – in times past it may have been kept in a journal and never seen by anyone (maybe some of you would have appreciated that!). In times past, keeping up with my friends scattered around the world would have been much more difficult.

However, it has to be said that in technology we have lost so much of ourselves, of creating true relationships that have value, that required thought and effort. It is far too easy to allow the diversions of technology to think for us and to never dig any deeper than the effort to decide which channel to watch.