My Mom, My Grandma, And Me

This song came to me while on a beautiful yoga retreat put on by my dear friend Jenn Falk, and it pops into my head from time to time. This morning the rest of it came to me and I decided to record it.

I've been thinking a lot about back to school and learning and the various places (and people) from which (and whom) we learn. I learned so much from my mom and my grandma -- to try to encapsulate it in one song is ridiculous. But I think it captures a little bit of the feeling of being together with them and how I felt visiting my granny with my mom, where she grew up, in Upstate New York. 

In the spirit of full disclosure, I was not present at my granny's feeding of the hobos (because I was not yet born during the Great Depression). I did eat a lot of her pies, dream of jumping the rails, wrote another song about pork and beans in a can over an open fire, and do have a strange love of bindles. Which I thought would make a great business, but since it's not my passion, I didn't do it. Naturally (as predicted) someone else has.

To bindles and to you! XO