michele brourman

The first great love of my life was a myth. Stands to reason, right? He was handsome, idealistic, bold – he was Robin Hood! Elegantly...

It’s September already. The summer has flown by, as time seems to do these days. My Inner DJ started singing to me this morning – only...

When I look back at these past 16 months, it feels as if time has folded Itself in half like a huge sheet of paper. It’s not that...

It’s June! Fathers’ Day. And Pride Month. For me, that’s an interesting juxtaposition. My father was homophobic through most of his...

My legacy as a songwriter came from my father. He’d enlisted in the USAF on his 18th birthday, trained as a radioman and gunner and...

Mothers Day… It can be such an emotional day for many of us whether our mothers are gone or present, beloved or difficult or both. Funny,...