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I am so glad you are here. Grab a cuppa, have a seat, let's start weaving our lives together like a twinkling set of fairy lights.

I raise babies and write songs from a cosy corner of Southeast England.

It's taken me several iterations of myself to get here. I've folded myself up, broken myself down, forgotten who I was, and rejected the very things that make me who I am. I've survived more than I thought I could bare and persevered when others counted me out. I have learned change is my constant and my power is my ability to start again, again.

My heart still sings of its birthplace amongst the high desert plains and pink Sandia Mountains of Albuquerque, New Mexico. New York gifted me with her grit and ambition. Boston gave me a choice – strengthen my heart or close her off. Luckily for me – I chose the former. When North Carolina offered me children and music – I had the strength to receive both.

London beckoned me with promises of mystery and adventure and then sent me out to explore her surrounding countryside. Now I ramble amongst the sheep, plumb the creative depths of my psyche, and marvel at nature’s glory through the eyes of my children from a small country village in East Sussex.

I first picked up a guitar when I was 17 and because I wasn't instantly amazing - I quit.

But music always had a hold on my heart. I was a staple on the college couch concert circuit - not a Friday or Saturday passed without belting the Indigo Girls. Every road trip came with homemade cookies and a bespoke mixtape. After crisscrossing the States, a time or two, I settled down to the serious business of law school and and even more serious litigation practice. I loved practicing law, particularly my pro bono work, and was content with the ins and outs of a busy legal career - until - I had my first baby.

Between my partner's and my more than full time jobs and a baby that was born 5 weeks early, our family was not thriving, we were on the brink of collapse, and we had to make some hard choices. We decided I would stay home – it was supposed to be for a couple of months so that I could really figure this motherhood thing out.

Before staying home with children – you couldn’t slow me down to catch me. But once I got off the rollercoaster, being home with my children was like being encased in honey slowly dripping from its hive. Wriggle as I might, I could only move at the pace of the moment. I was forced to slow down and witness every beautiful and excruciating minute of my life. I was forced to face my compromises and my pain. To see that now is now and now is all I have.

I cried at the beauty of my baby breathing on my skin and screamed from the devastating exhaustion of months without sleep. I awoke to the clarity of conviction required to protect my child and to the arresting truth that there is no such thing as other people's children. The act of creating, birthing, sustaining and witnessing life unfold overwhelmed me. And the moment I accepted things as they were and surrendered to life and motherhood, was the moment my life changed forever. 

I picked up the guitar again and this time - it stuck.

My songs bear witness – to the glorious and devastating moments that can only be seen when we slow down.

I write songs about life as I have lived it, seen it, heard it, and felt it. I sing the songs of mothers, fathers, sisters, sons, lovers, rebels, light chasers, dreamers, fighters, survivors, and truth-tellers.

Songs teach. They create the space to look deeper, see clearer, to know feelings, understand emotions, they help you move on when you feel stuck. Songs sing you to sleep, and they wake you up to your precious and unique life. 

My music is here to advocate for your life and for the life of this world we live in.

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