June 8, 2020 –

It’s the beginning of Week 13 for our family, of running sessions, music lessons, daily little kid livestreams (that’s my husband Matt’s gig), and school for our own kid… HERE. At home.

We’ve been writing music, too. And here’s where I’ll share tunes for anybody who wants to grab them. Please play and enjoy them. And please be well!

At the May 30th Virtual session, Jennifer Feneley admired the little owl on top of our little bookshelf. I told her I’d have something special to go along with it for the next session. The first three notes of the tune are meant to be kind of owl hoot-like:


Back when we started Quarantine–when all the gigs were suddenly cancelled. And our kid’s school and all the playgrounds shut down. And lots of people started getting sick… I wrote this tune:

Matt and I recorded it here:

Adding a new tune on June 19th– this is The Limerick Lift Off! A few weeks ago, during our Saturday virtual session, our friend Jaylin cheered for Space-X, as it prepared to launch a mission to the International Space Station. There was a misunderstanding. And some believed that Jaylin was ON the space station himself. I mean, Irish tunes DO have the power to transport..

Adding two more tunes. I wrote The Garden Party on June 13th, on the occasion of my first social meet up since Covid-19 isolation! A brief (masked) garden visit with my dear friends Kieran Jordan and Vincent Crotty.
Hear the TUNE here

June 27th tune – Where is my Tukata
Our friend, master carpenter and fine box player Noel Scott, has been overseeing a renovation of our home. The first step (pre-Covid) was to knock down a rotten porch and excavate the area for the new foundation. 

In the course of digging, we unearthed several old bottles. Some appear to be over a hundred years old. We also found a tiny doll arm. Where’s the rest of it? We haven’t found it yet…

Moments before I struck porcelain, I’d been talking to a friend in Thailand. When I saw the little doll arm I thought of the word in Thai first. Tukata has three syllables, which felt like a jig.