Tag: music and motherhood

  • This One Is for Her

    This One Is for Her

    There are blogs I write because they are timely. There are blogs I write because they are useful. And then there are blogs like this one, that I write because I simply have to.

    This Mother’s Day, I am not writing about music in general. I am writing about one woman. My mom. The one who is still here, still strong, still the person I reach for when life gets loud. She has been widowed, she has carried things no one should have to carry alone, and she has done it with a grace that I am still learning from. This blog is for her.

    And it turns out, so is a lot of my music.

    What Songs Did I Write for My Mom?

    When I started looking back across everything I have released this year and last, I realized that my mom shows up in more songs than I ever consciously planned. She is woven into albums about love, about home, about the holidays, about where I come from. She is in the DNA of this whole music project whether her name is in the credits or not.

    But there are five songs that belong specifically to her. Five songs that I wrote directly from the experience of being her daughter, loving her, watching her, and being shaped by everything she is.

    You Showed Up from Soundtrack of Your Life was one of the first songs I released this year, and in many ways it set the tone for everything that followed. It is about the people who do not just say they love you but prove it by being there. My mom is the original person in my life who showed up. Not just for the big moments, but for the ordinary ones, the hard ones, the ones that no one else would have noticed. This song is a thank you that words alone could never finish.

    Still Loved from Through It All carries a different kind of weight. My mom has been widowed, and watching someone you love navigate the loss of a partner is one of the most humbling things a daughter can witness. She did not stop loving my dad when she lost him. She carried that love forward and built a life inside it. Still Loved is about exactly that. About love that does not end when circumstances change. About the kind of devotion that proves itself over decades, not just in the good years but in the years that ask everything of you.

    Home from the Unbreakable Sky album is perhaps the most personal of all of them. Because home, for me, has always had my mom’s fingerprints on it. Not just the physical place, though that too. But the feeling of being somewhere safe. The feeling of being known. The feeling of walking into a room and being exactly the right person to be there. My mom created that feeling and I have been chasing it in every home I have tried to build since.

    Where I’m From from my Thanksgiving album is about roots. About the people and places and traditions that made you who you are before you had any say in the matter. My mom is the biggest part of where I am from. Her faith, her strength, her way of loving people quietly and completely, all of that is in me. This song is my attempt to honor that lineage honestly, to say I know what I was given and I do not take it for granted.

    And then there is Christmas at Mom’s from My Kind of Christmas, which might be the most joyful thing I have ever written. Because Christmas at my mom’s is its own kind of magic. The traditions she has kept alive, the way she makes a room feel like the best version of the season, the table she sets whether there are two people around it or twenty. That song exists because some things deserve to be sung about, and her Christmases are one of those things.

    What My Mom Taught Me About Music

    She may not know this, but my mom is one of the reasons I finally said yes to music in 2026.

    Not because she pushed me. She is not that kind of mom. She is the kind who lets you find your own way and then tells you she knew you would get there. But watching her carry loss with strength and still show up for every person she loves with a full heart, that taught me something about not wasting the things you have been given.

    I had songs in journals for years. I had melodies in voice memos that no one had ever heard. And somewhere in watching my mom live her life with that kind of quiet courage, I stopped having good reasons to keep them to myself.

    Happy Mother’s Day

    Mom, if you are reading this, I want you to know that five songs are not enough. I could write an entire catalog and still not fully say what you mean to me. But I will keep trying. That is what songwriters do.

    Thank you for showing up. Thank you for staying strong. Thank you for being home.

    I love you more than any song I have ever written. And that is saying something.

    Happy Mother’s Day to my mom, and to every mother who is loved more deeply than words can hold.

  • Homeschool Mom and Musician: How I Make Albums in the Margins of Life

    Homeschool Mom and Musician: How I Make Albums in the Margins of Life

    How do you make music while homeschooling?  Making music as a homeschooling mom requires embracing margin time rather than waiting for large creative blocks. Voice memos during transitions, short writing sessions during independent work time, and consistent late evenings are the primary windows. Showing up in small doses consistently outperforms waiting for the perfect long session.

    The Question Every Creative Mom Gets Asked

    Someone asked me recently how I find the time to make music with everything else on my plate, and I want to answer it honestly rather than with something easy and inspirational. I am a homeschooling mom, which is its own full-time position that never fully clocks out regardless of what else is happening. I have a quilting business I love and invest in consistently. I have a marriage I actively choose and prioritize every single day. I have a faith community that is genuinely important to me. I have a professional life I care about and take seriously. And inside all of that, I am writing songs, producing albums, building a music website, and releasing multiple bodies of work across a year.

    The question underneath the question is really: is this actually possible? Can a homeschool mom musician build something real without sacrificing everything else that matters to her? My honest answer after living 2026 this way is yes. Not without cost, not without creativity, and definitely not without a high tolerance for imperfect conditions. But absolutely yes.

    How Do You Make Music as a Homeschooling Mom?

    The most honest answer I can give is that I stopped waiting for big blocks of time. Big uninterrupted creative blocks are a myth for most of us in this season of life, and I was letting that myth stop me from making anything for years. Now I work in the margins without apology. Fifteen minutes between lessons while the kids are doing independent reading. Late evenings after everyone is settled and the house finally goes quiet. Early mornings before the day makes its first demand. Saturday afternoons when something wonderful and unexpected creates a free hour.

    I also stopped waiting for the conditions to feel perfect before I would allow myself to start. Perfect conditions are another myth that kept my songs safely inside journals for far too long. There will always be noise, interruptions, competing demands, and someone who needs something from you. Every album in my 2026 catalog, every single song that currently exists in the world, exists because I stopped waiting for the silence and started working inside the noise that was always going to be there.

    What Would You Tell Other Creative Moms?

    I would tell them that the multiple things you are doing are not dividing your focus. They are building you. Being a mother has given me more to write about than I could exhaust in a lifetime of songwriting. It has deepened my understanding of love, sacrifice, time, and all the things that songs are actually made of at their best. My kids are part of why I make music, not an obstacle standing between me and the music.

    There is a version of me that let all those songs stay unwritten because the conditions were never quite right. I do not want to be her. Make the thing you are meant to make. Make it now, in the margins, in the early mornings, in the pockets hidden inside your real and beautifully full life.