Bio
My dad had two requirements for my siblings and I during our school years: we had to learn at least one musical instrument and play some kind of sport. We all started with piano. I played piano from age 8 to 15, favoring Chopin nocturnes. Then, all of a sudden, I stopped cold turkey for the next fifteen years, choosing to pursue other things, like college, novel writing, and a five-year career in mental health.
During my years in Alaska, from age 24-29, I would go on walks and hikes through the forest. The scenery and peace of the northern wilderness inspired songs of praise to the creator of such beauty. While strolling through the woods, I would sometimes sing different melodies, prayers of praise, grief, and entreaty. I would usually feel much better after singing through my feelings. But this happened quite occasionally, and I usually didn’t share any of the melodies.
Although I had thought up a few song lyrics for my novels, I certainly did not consider myself a musician. I had forgotten all of the piano songs I had learned as a teenager. Writing and sharing a praise song was as far from my mind as the penguins of Antarctica.
Then, in the summer of 2024, I felt led to Isaiah chapter 6. While reading, I thought up a melody inspired by the text. The next day, I met up with a friend who was musically skilled. We sat down and wrote a praise song that evening. This sparked a chain reaction of further songwriting, which led to buying a piano, which led to learning how to write music on my own. And now, after several months of hard work and seeking God’s guidance, I have a bit of music to share with all of you.
My Parents & Me