Music, Motherhood and Snow Dreams!

I am a true music mama! I am among many who bravely take on the challenge of being their best in a competitive, often cut-throat and vain often unappreciative business, which I love. The music business, with it’s delicate mix of romance and sexism, racism and unity, integrity and lies, security and great insecurity can often make a person feel empty and confused. Yet there is nothing I’d rather do. And like most of the people in the business along with me, we could never divorce ourselves from our desire to do what we do. It’s the part of us that remains no matter what else may come and go.

So in trying to live a “normal” life through my music business experience, I have had quite an interesting journey. I have managed to do all sorts of gigs, all over the world. Music has enriched me in every way. It has brought my husband into my life, our two daughters into our lives and it has allowed us to tour as a family all over the world! I couldn’t beat the experiences music has given me, although the challenges of doing it while being a grounded mom are still very real.

One thing that helps me, is to always remember what E. Lynn Harris said in his memoir, What Becomes of the Brokenhearted: A Memoir and here as he spoke to the Ohio State University, about dreams.  Now that I find myself with a little more time at home, while I prepare Ella for school in the Fall, I can put forth the time and effort to realize my own “snow dream”!

Haven’t  you noticed the stillness, the quietness while standing underneath fresh undefiled snow as it fell.  Writing was a dream for him and I can certainly relate.  It has always been a passion and an escape for me, a dream that coexisted easily and naturally with music. Once afraid to admit my desire to write, for fear that someone might defile it, telling me I can’t  or shouldn’t do it, I now stand exposed in a field while my dream falls freshly on me.  I have written my first novel and have now started it’s re-write!

I am enjoying my writing classes and I’m writing all the time.  As I learn, share it with me, right here, with this blog!   Maybe you’ll share things as well, then we can grow together!  Either way, I hope you’re entertained. Thanks for dropping by and come back often!

Ni Hao Everyone!

I am on my way to Hong Kong for a gig with Louie Vega, in promotion our song ‘Fabulous.’ So, among the things on my “to do” list is to wean my 18 month old baby, Olivia. I can practically hear my friends rejoicing now, “Hallelujah, the day has come! No longer will we be subjected the idea of Sara’s loose boob in our midst while we tell our jokes and drink our wine!” Well, ladies I am proud to announce that it is actually happening this week. A few days ago we began nursing only at night time, which means that she can still roll over and pull out her favorite boob to nurse while we both continue sleeping. Yes, we are still co-sleeping. (More about those reasons why later). Anyway, my plan is to reduce the night time feedings to only one night time feeding over the next couple of days. Then, when I leave she will have had two days of only one feeding daily.
I admit this plan is not the best and I certainly should have started the process earlier, but at least I’m doing it now. And I’m actually surprised at how she copes with these changes. She’s a trooper! She cries about it and then allows me to distract her with her favorite outdoor activities! We are both pooped, but as you can see from the photo, Mama’s the only one still standing! The crying fits get shorter and shorter every day. Who would’ve thought my demanding baby would be this easy! Now if only I could get rid of the engorgement phase! Yikes!

How’d you handle yours? Leave me a comment!

Attention all! Thomas and I are building a site here!

And I feel like a dinosaur! My ears hear new words, from a new era, birthed from Silicon and Carbon Gods! Maybe that’s too dramatic, but the definitions are just that foreign to me now.
He tells me I can do it, then my fingers move ever so slowly to fulfill his commands. “Create a new tab for this page, Sara! Upload a new photo for that, Sara!” “Okay, okay,” I think to myself. But this is not a Bob Fosse choreographed piece! Why am I doing the ‘jazz hands’ dance now? Oh that’s fear,trepidation! My brain and my shaking fingers are thinking in two different rhythms.
A reluctant little dinosaur in a brave new world!
But I will be brave, because there is hope for me. After all, there was a girl who was given 3 dinosaur eggs as a gift, thousands of years after they were laid. They were just for beauty, because dinosaurs no longed lived in her time, of course. But one day those eggs hatched and those dinosaurs seem to be fine in that brand new era! Wait a minute! That story is from ‘Game of Thrones’ isn’t it? And they were Dragon eggs, weren’t they? Ugh!

Oh well, there goes my hope!

Thank you to Thomas Foyer at www.intendedimmigration.com