“This child can scream,” I think to myself. I can barely stand his shrieks. I wait a few minutes before glaring at his mother. While these seconds pass, thoughts grow within me; I can go places that she cannot go. I can sleep when I am tired or stay up all night if I want […]Read more "This Child Can Scream"
I arrived at a party to the sound of someone playing “Wagon Wheel” on acoustic guitar. I liked that song, so I introduced myself and started a conversation that I never wanted to end. “What kind of music do you listen to?” He asks. At the time, I was beginning to listen to traditional bluegrass […]Read more "Bluegrass and Whiskey"