Dear Deb,
I met you once in Nashville after a show and though my brain is foggy these days, it's a moment I'll cherish forever.
Years later, you gave me the gift of visiting my home state of Maine and - even better - presented a show that allowed a person like me (light sensitivity, noise sensitivity, all the dumb sensitivities) to stay for the whole thing and share my very favorite artist with my parents who'd come to town to help with my care taking.
You'll never know what that night at One Longfellow Square meant to me but for a person whose life has become incredibly small since the invasion of the long COVID body snatchers in March 2020, it was everything.
Thank you for the gift of your brilliance, your brain, your beautiful voice, your vulnerability, and your determination to tell your story. I hope you have even an inkling of just how much and how many you've inspired and empowered, including me. I don't think I could ever thank you enough or sufficiently but here's an attempt.
Love, Amy