I was riding home on the train yesterday, after a day trip to Chicago to see my son play with Allen Stone and his band at the Manifest Urban Arts Festival. I was feeling lucky all day. Grateful really. It completely fills my tank to see my kids happy and doing what they love.
AND it’s like the hummus on my rice cakes (or cherry on an ice cream sundae?) to feel so welcome in their world. Brent’s world happens to be a fast-paced existence on the road, playing bass with a very talented young soul singer from Seattle. Continue reading