In a previous blog, I shared the name of my new EP: Dogwood Tree. It was lovingly named after the state tree and flower of Virginia -...

Songwriting is not just something I do, it’s a part of who I am. I couldn’t quit it if I tried. The business side of music, however, and...

After months of writing in my grandmother‘s farmhouse during the pandemic, there was a day when I realized these songs were a cohesive...

Last week I shared a treasured memory about my grandmother's warm response to my first solo album, "Shine". After a lifetime of not...

My Ganny was a classically trained musician. I grew up hearing stories of her infamous solo at Carnegie Hall in New York with the Madison...

The year was 1990-something. The Crawford Clan was all "home" at Brookside Farm, which sat on 60+ acres of rolling Shenandoah Valley...

It was 1989ish. I was oblivious to my mullet-like hair and buck teeth; fully present in the fun of summer with my cousins. In June, the...