A few years ago, I decided to pick up an old acoustic guitar from my college days. So much life had passed since I last wrote a song. I tried out a few barely-remembered chords and felt as if a long-lost pet had suddenly returned to paw at my front door. The music, no matter how ill-played, wanted back into my life. Soon, words shaped by the years began to emerge.

So, now, here I am again. ... more