I recently heard Train perform “Drops of Jupiter” on the Today Show — a song I’ve always loved but never truly appreciated. The lead singer mentioned that it was written on the day his mother died. Suddenly, the lyrics hit me in a new way. “Did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there?” It stopped me cold. For years, I’ve listened to that song with a sense of mystery and nostalgia, but I never realized it was about a son trying to understand his mother’s pas

This is a very personal piece and one of the first I was 'called' to create.