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This protest song born was of rage and urgency. I wrote it in response to the hypocrisy of those who claim to “protect women and girls” while stripping away our rights, ignoring our voices, and weaponizing fear against trans people, immigrants, and anyone who doesn’t fit their narrow mold. I’ve heard too many white, cis men suddenly concerned about women’s sports; men who never cared until it became a tool for exclusion. Meanwhile, women are dying because their reproductive rights have been erased. The only protection we need is from those who claim to speak for us while silencing us. This song is a reckoning. A reminder of what happens when we don’t speak out. I remembered the words of Martin Niemöller: "First they came for the socialists, and I did not speak out—because I was not a socialist. Then they came for the trade unionists, and I did not speak out—because I was not a trade unionist. Then they came for the Jews, and I did not speak out—because I was not a Jew. Then they came for me—and there was no one left to speak for me." So I wrote a version for America, 2025.

A brutal reflection on a man’s suffering, broken by neglect and regret, exposing the tragedy of loving too late and mourning what you destroyed.

I began writing this as a seasonal song, something to follow my three Halloween pieces, a reflection on November, the end of autumn, and the quiet preparation for winter. But as I wrote, a memory surfaced. Years ago, my not-yet-husband and I were walking briskly on a beautiful spring day when we came up behind an elderly couple, strolling hand in hand. We slowed our pace, not wanting to pass them. My husband leaned in and whispered, “That will be us someday.” I smiled and then imagined a future where we’d walk that same path, still bundled in our winter coats, and a young couple might see us and say, “That will be us someday.” This song is dedicated to him, and to all couples, young and old. Cherish each other. Savor every season. And most of all, plan for winter.

In the 42nd year of our marriage, my husband and I never stopped being in love. Of course there were difficult times, of course there was bickering. We started out the right way, lots of couples do (and some don’t). I don’t know if I can give anyone the secret formula for a marriage that lasts a lifetime. Even if I could, not everyone will listen. Most don’t. “A Love for a Lifetime” is dedicated to my husband. He still makes me laugh and every day I find another reason why I married him, why I love him.

Ghostwriter is about a songwriter that always wrote songs for other artists and eventually got to the confidence to make themselves public