We’ve had some “snow days” here in Nashville this winter (Canadians, insert scornful laugh here)…

I saw something today that really got me thinking.  We spend a lot of time, especially in the music business, talking about success…

I wish for deep snow that’s packed down enough for sledding on but makes for a soft landing when you fall off at the bottom of the hill and lie there laughing…

I grew up listening to Reba McEntire CDs.  I memorized every lyric, sang along with every line, and tried like heck to yodel out every single string of notes that rolls of those one-of-a-kind vocal cords of hers…

I have been trying to write a diary entry about this year’s Canadian Country Music Awards, but I don’t know how to put it into words…

I’m sitting on the window seat in my room at a 100-year old Inn in the heart of the Smoky Mountains as I write this…

I was reminded yet again this week of why I love Nashville so much. Sure, I’ve had my frustrations with this city…

By request, I'm posting the lyrics to the "City of Dreams", the song that I wrote and recorded this week in support of the Red Cross after Nashville was hit by devastating flooding.