I have tried to hold myself back for the past twelve months but I'm sorry that I can't anymore. Last night I watched a recap of testimony before Congress by survivors and family of those killed by ICE and it was an emotional hour. Hearing from those personally involved telling how they were attacked and either nearly killed, or actually killed, was enough to make me sick to my stomach. The thing I kept thinking was this can't be happening in America. How have we allowed the g

It is that time of the year, awards show season. Nobody likes to see and hear the fakery of mostly overhyped pedestrian talent struggling to get their words out on live TV like me. One of the things I learned early on in life is that I was made for the backstabbing and ego wrecking that is Hollywood and the entertainment industry et.al. I can schmooze and fake fawn with the best of them. There are many people that are convinced I love them, when in fact I can't stand to be wi

As most of you know by now, I have a deep love for music. It makes me feel things like nothing else can. It speaks for me and to me in a way that I can't always express myself. But mostly, it is the oxygen for my soul, it is what allows me to breathe every day. I was lucky enough to grow up in a house where music was playing all the time. I thought the only people making music were Andy Williams, Frank Sinatra, and Tony Bennet. That's who my parents listened to. Then I sudden

I had a dear friend send me an email over the weekend passionately asking me to be their voice in pointing out how the carnage and evil that is ICE right now is a mirror of what we saw in the lead up to WWll. The fear, anger, and heartache was palpable in their note as frustration over how to stop what is happening has turned to fear about what it all means. And while I agree that there is plenty to be concerned about with how ICE is completely out of control, they are but on