“And at night I think about holding you close. I realize now you were the only thing I ever chose, and every night forevermore you’ll keep me up, and I still pray with everything that you’ll come back.”

Sometimes I can feel frustrated that I don’t have more time to focus on music..

I am proud to be and I am Welsh, a mother, a wife, a friend and a musician.

I hope to create something that can bring you a little joy, in exchange for the joy I feel making music for you.

Being home with two babies has been challenging and fun, while trying to carve out an identity for myself beyond it.

I love to take the time to blend harmonies and give them depth.

I ask myself am I a mother, a musician, a model again one day perhaps. The answer is simply yes. A woman is many complex things.

I am often asked what my aspirations for my music are. Do I want to fill big stadiums? Do I want to be a star? I just want to touch a few people’s hearts and show my daughters that they can follow their dreams.

I hope to help make a better world for my daughters; to help break down the divides that still very much exist.

My mental space is when I get to a place of creativity, and I can just be myself while I am writing and connecting with the material.

Making music is so much fun.

I am often asked how many instruments I can play. My main instrument is the piano – I spent time as a concert pianist.

Nothing is as glossy and perfect as it seems on social media.

“Small Voice” is a deeply personal song I wrote the lyrics and music for.

My father is a Baptist minister and my parents encouraged my music, always having me sing in front of an audience.

Small steps. I’ve been trying to treat myself better. I like to do my make up in the morning. I repeat some affirmations. Something for me.

A proud moment was my very first hater telling me you’ve got a great voice, please stop waving your hands around.

No sooner does the man come back from the holy waters that the old sins jump on his shoulders from the trees.

Its never to late to get back on your feet though we wont live forever make sure you accomplish what you were put here for

This world’s anguish is no different from the love we insist on holding back.

The Arab Spring I think we will look back whether it’s two years, five years, ten or fifteen. And say it’s a good thing.

She may have had enough time to deal with things. What if she does come back? What will you do?” Grant asked me. What would I do? I’d beg.

She wouldn’t come back. She hated me. She hated Nan. She hated my mom. She hated her father. She wouldn’t come back here… but God, I wanted her to.

I’m portable. I carry a laptop and a little recording studio on my back.

I love you girl…to the moon and back.