When Jett Puts My Face In His

When Jett Puts My Face In His Hands And Tells Me, 'mommy You're So Pretty' Or Smells Me, It's So Wonderful.

Heartbreak Was The Impetus To Me Writing Poems And Music In The First Place. Over The Years, I Had My Heart Broken So Badly That If I Didn't Find A Way To Get All The Pain Out, I Was Going To Lose My Mind. I Was Crazy! Like, Wanting To Slash Tires And Smash Car Windows. Crazy! I Was So Hurt That I Had To Write.

It Excites Me When A Person Puts Their Whole Self In A Song Or Rhyme, Or Instrument. It Fills Me.

I'm Going To Do As Much As I Can With This Life, And Then I'm Going To Make Sure To Take Some Time Off And Be Simple And Ride My Bike And Hang Out With Friends.

I Was Once Making A Burger For Myself At My Boyfriend's House And A Lyric Started Pouring Out And I Had To Catch It, So I Ran To Another Room To Write It Down, But Then The Kitchen Caught Fire. His Cabinets Were Charred, And He Was Furious. But It Was Worth It For A Song.