"I remember sitting and starting to write this song being so fed up, feeling so defeated. Wondering - why can't I write anything but stupid love songs?? Asking myself - am I incapable of talking about ...

In late morning on a bitterly cold day this week, with the outside temperature at 26 degrees, I heard the unmistakable “teakettle, teakettle” song of a Carolina wren from somewhere in my yard in ...