I made this.
The first time I saw the press-kit photo of Jimmy Page on the wall of the School of Rock, I was in love. Not with Jimmy, though his sloppy, many-layered…
Less Miserables
The change machine at Safeway spit out a Tennessee quarter, guitar-side up, and I considered it a sign: I should play my guitar! I consider everything a sign these days:…
she hearts guitars
When my daughter left the house this morning in her school uniform, she was carrying far too many things: a backpack, a hoodie, her lunch box, a 20-ounce water bottle…
where are those angels when you need them? at ladies rock camp.
I’ve been raising up my hands—drive another nail inJust what God needsone more victim.~Tori Amos, “Crucify”Many of us have this thing I call the Suck Voice. It doesn’t deserve capital…
stains
When the body, which is still breathing but is destined to be a body soon, lies there like a pile of clothes until he is gently turned over, when the…
the one
My husband is serenading me with “Angel of Harlem.” I tell him how I love this unofficial ritual, this regular Sunday morning worship of the guitar in the Miller Kitchen,…