I love boots, guitars, mangoes, horses, jasmine blossoms, road trips, cloud watching, donuts and my family. I believe in the power of inner peace. I understand the glory of a righteous twist out. I make time to marvel at the mysteries of the world around me. I pour my fears and anxiety into vectors for healing. Pedicures make me giggle but music is my gateway to happiness.

My first guitar came from Gold Star Pawn Shop. Gospel was my foundation, but I discovered my church inside the sounds of the Crescent City. Intimacy is my superpower. I’ve found kindness and grace in honoring my connection within the collective. Before I perform, I get ready ready to give and receive a generous portion. On stage, I live my big easy. I listen closely when the drum, bass and piano share a new recipe. When it’s my time, I take my seat at the table and add my own flavor to the roux. 

Some of the earliest stringed instruments rode with my ancestors across the sea—I know very well on whose shoulders I stand. I know that jelly goes on sausage biscuits. I know when I’ve got a good thing. Each day, I take my dreams and set them free. Though I wander for miles, I always manage to find myself. When a melody flows through me, I close my eyes. And the music I play is pure Americana.