Visible Ink
Every Tuesday night, my father totes a bucket of lyrics scrawled on 2 x 4 scraps and her father plucks chords on a cream guitar inlaid with mother of pearl.Thus, Barbie and Ken’s love story unfolds against the soundtrack of
Chasing My Father’s Dreams
When I was three, my family moved from Lancaster, Pennsylvania to Nashville, Tennessee, so my parents could be missionaries and so my father could find a home for the country gospel he’d jot down on scrap lumber with his carpenter’s
Determination / Dreams / Family / Fathers / Love / Lyrics / Manual Labor / Parents / Song Writing / Writing