This week, I've found myself bursting into tears and crying a lot prompted by death in my life.
Death marked by the shedding of an identity to which I've clung my whole life- that of the singer (of other people's material) but also the death of a...
It's almost been 2 years since the first day that I busked and I find myself feeling just as much a beginner as I did that first day. Maybe not at the same things, but I pretty much feel afraid and unsure of everything I do everyday because I h...