The World Walks into Me
Written on Whidbey Island, after a walk along Penn Cove, among the gulls, the mist, the broken mussels shells.
A difficult choice for a woman (or anyone) to make in a challenging relationship.
Inspiration for this song about the daily choices we make on our outlook on life was from an old tree trunk suggesting alternately an image of a squirrel making a generous offering on some days or wielding a hatchet on others.
Not Wearing That
A send-up on women’s fashion, as age marches on, and pussy hats!