LoveAnnKathleen

You can get the two bonus tracks “right where you left me” + “it’s time to go” on the physical deluxe edition of evermore. There’s also an exclusive, digital booklet that comes with all digital downloads of the album including some super cool WOODSY PICS! Both available now

I know you will never read this. I think that’s why I’m doing this, like writing a letter you have no intention of sending. More like a journal entry than anything else. Obviously, I’m okay with you reading this on the off chance you stumble across it.

Last night I was listening to folklore and crying wishing you would put out another album. This morning I heard your announcement and cried tears of relief. Now I am listening to Evermore and crying tears of happiness.

Before the pandemic I was prepping to start a crowdfunding campaign for a short film that I had been working on in preproduction for a few years. Now, I’ve come to the realization that I’m in my 30s and I will probably accomplish my dreams of being a writer/director. Not because of lack of ambition or talent, but because of circumstances beyond my control. I’ve spent the majority of 2020 heartbroken and defeated.

I try to be positive. And it’s easy for me to do it for everyone but myself.

Your albums have been two bright spots in very dark year.

I just wanted to say thank you. You’ve helped more than you could possibly know.

AK

My name is Enola, which, backwards, spells “alone.” To be a Holmes, you must find your own path. My brothers have, my mother has, and I must, too. But I now see that being alone doesn’t mean I have to be lonely. Mother never wanted that. She wanted me to find my freedom, my future, my purpose. I am a detective, I am decipherer, and I’m a finder of lost souls. My life is my own. And the future is up to us.

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The other day I saw a story where a woman was asking why her dogs had suddenly started growling at her boyfriend whenever he was in the same room as her son.

And my immediate thought was ‘that boyfriend has hurt the kid somehow.’

Spoilers: that was exactly the case.

Fast forward about six months when I went north to visit my family. My sister walked into my parents’ house and pupper ran to greet my sister. Stopped dead in her tracks and started growling and barking. Hackles raised, full protection mode. My sisters husband had just walked in behind her.

My precious puppy wanted NOTHING to do with him. She barked, growled, ran away, and sat between him and my sister. Y'all my dog had spent maybe a weekend a half around my sister but protected her like this was her flesh and blood.

Eventually, my sister filed for divorce on grounds of “Extreme and repeated mental, emotional, and sexual abuse.” Divorce was final in less than a month because her claims were substantiated.

There was this one horse I worked with named Tonto. He was a doll. He followed me like a puppy, snuck treats out of my pocket, he was the sweetest thing. We were practically inseparable.

A guy I was considering dating came to visit me one day, and Tonto wanted NOTHING to do with him. Normally well behaved, he shoved himself between us and would NOT let this guy near me. He was stomping, acting really aggressive, and tried to bite the guy. This horse was practically dragging me back toward the barn. At that moment, despite being like, 17, I knew something was up, and ultimately things didn’t pan out for guy and me.

A year later I found out he had lied about his age (he said he was 18 but he was actually 27) he was arrested for sexually assaulting an 11 year old girl.

Every time it snowed, the snow plow would take out his mailbox - and only his mail box.  And just to be clear - it was done intentionally.  No one knows why, but the driver of the snow plow would target his box and mow it down.  He’d call the DOT to complain, and would get an earful of excuses that amounted to “not our fault you have a wimpy mailbox.”  

Fast forward to the next winter.  First decent snow starts falling, and every kid is hoping for a snow day.  It was right around 4:30 am that the whole neighborhood was woken up to this loud CLANG and the screech of tearing metal.  My dad made it to the window first and started laughing his ass off.

Sitting out side was one very totaled, and almost ripped in half, snow plow.  And these weren’t little pick-up trucks with a blade on the front, we have these up in NY:

Well, turns out over the summer, my dad’s neighbor got himself a backhoe and sank a steel I beam into the ground in his front yard.  Then he covered it with a decorative wood sleeve and topped it with a brand new mailbox.  When the snowplow driver tried to mow it down it was a bad case of immovable object meets unstoppable force - and the mailbox won.  With the plow firmly impaled on the I beam, it was very clear that the driver had gone out of his way to hit it.  

Naturally, the DOT wasn’t happy, and the neighbor’s reply was simple: “Not my faulty you have a wimpy snowplow.”  They did try to sue him for the damages, but as he had gone to the town, gotten approval for the post and its installation, and made sure everything was up to code, it was thrown out pretty quick.