Biscuits & Gravy

These are song lyrics that I finished yesterday, in remembrance of my Grandma Hatfield’s amazing food, her strength, and my family history. Food memories are quite powerful….🍽❤️✨

Cherokee mother

For Native American Heritage month, I want to share this poem about the mothers who came before my grandmothers….✨💖

Mountains Holding Up the Sun

Hatfield Country

Dad was born in Southeastern Kentucky, in the heart of Hatfield country. Grandma Hatfield lived down there, and when we would visit, my sister and I and a bunch of cousins would pile into an uncle’s pickup truck to go places, rollin’ round those old corkscrew mountain roads and having a blast 🙂

Heritage (Haiku)

I’m a musician who discovered that she is 40% Scottish. Yes, I hear the fiddles and flutes (and sometimes bagpipes ; )