The CD tower was dusty, but there I was, a little girl kneeling on the shag carpet in the living room, picking through my dad and mom’s music collection. I wiped the dust off an old Barbra Streisand CD and played it… over and over. There was a song on the album called “Everything Must Change.” With my best melodramatic …

Inspiration ignores me during the day and tears me out of bed when I’d like to stay sleeping. I was laying in bed one night and instead of reflecting on the day I had, or going over what groceries I needed to pick up in the morning, an “ordinary” image of a girl standing behind a rippled piece of glass popped into …