The Last Thing I Want To Be

A Guitarist Or A Drummer Can Get A Cold And Still Play; I Get A Cold And Sound Like A Wet Mitten Trying To Sing You A Love Song. Charming.

I'm A Grown Woman. I've Earned My Experiences, My Scars.

I Think Everyone Understands Grief, The Journey It Takes Us On, Whether It's The Death Of A Loved One, The End Of A Relationship, A Disappointment. Some People Don't Deal With It, The Power Of It. Some Do. Some Feel The Weight Of It And It Informs Their Choices. I've Had To Open Up To Grief In Different Contexts.

I'm Not Somebody That Gets Played A Lot At Parties And Weddings. I Mean, You Know, You Mention My Name And You Get An Eye Roll, Until, Of Course, You're Jumping Off A Bridge.

If You Are A Nurturing Mother, And A Good One, You Can Go To Play Groups, Sit On The Floor And Play All The Games, And Have Tea With The Other Mothers, But Wouldn't You Like To Think That's Not All There Is? That You Haven't Hung Up Your High Heels Without Knowing How To Walk In Them?