The Narra Tree

There's a tree right outside my room in our family home. A Narra, grown from one of the seeds that fell from the old trees that used to stand like sentinels by our gate; the ones that were eventually cut down to be made into chairs and other furniture. I never paid much attention to it. Not when Papa was alive, anyway. We never got much time to visit home, so there was always so much to catch up on during the rare times we did.

When Belief Feels Like Pressure Instead of Connection

I’ve spent most of my life as what people would probably call a “non-practicing” Catholic. I’m not even sure that label fully fits, but it’s the closest one people tend to use. I don’t attend church regularly, and there are teachings, not just in Catholicism, but in many Christian spaces -- that I struggle to agree with.

Back in the Band Scene (Sort Of)

This wasn't the way I spent my weekend these days. But today was a little special as I spent a few hours watching my husband and my brother play a gig. I'm not entirely new to this, as we've been musicians performing on different stages for as far as I can remember. 

My Voice Isn’t Your AI Training Data

Lately, I've been receiving a lot of messages from people who want to hire me to train an AI model, not to narrate a story or provide my voice to a project.

Let’s be clear. I’m not scared of AI. I welcome it. I've seen technology open doors, simplify jobs, and add a little intrigue to life. Here's the thing, though: my voice? I own that.

Proof of Life | Update

It’s been a while. Longer than I’d like to admit. But the itch to write never really goes away, does it?