I wrote this a few solstices ago. Here's to the return of the light!

I never expected this to be as relevant as it is now. Sure, I love when people hear my songs. I'm BEGGING you to share this one now. Why?

"Because love and understanding are worth more than hate and fear of what anyone believes in. And it might as well start here."
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Making a holiday music playlist? If so, I'd love for you to listen and add my song, "Peace on a Corner." It's the last cut on Water and Wind, whose Spotify, Apple Music, YouTube and other links can be found at coreyjan.hearnow.com. Thank you thank you thank you! ❤️🙏😊

When our kids were small, we did a science project, rooting the top of a grocery pineapple in water, then planting it in dirt. We got years of thriving greens, and then a baby pineapple! We rooted the top of of that -- and so on and so on. In short: We are the finest pineapple farmers in Roswell, GA

The government's attacks on diversity, equity and inclusion are making me feel grateful that my high school taught Kurt Vonnegut's collection, Welcome to the Monkey House, which included the story, "Harrison Bergeron." which for some reason is top of mind right now.

A surprising route? It is the only one I have ever imagined or (gratefully) known.

www.nytimes.com/2025/03/27/o...

114 years ago today, 129 women and 17 men, mostly Jewish immigrants, perished in a disastrous fire at the Triangle Shirtwaist Factory in NYC. I wrote this song imagining the perspective of someone who would have had reason to be nearby when these events happened.

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Feeling like you could use a shot of positivity? Same. And this recording of Music in Common's Black Legacy Project - SoCal Sound Sessions delivers. If you don't feel a little better after a 16 minute earful, you may not be hearing it right. Just listen in ❤ .

www.youtube.com/watch?v=1sKn...

My husband and I have a longstanding tradition of writing mushy notes to each other for birthdays, anniversaries, holidays, etc. This is mine to him for this past Valentines Day.

This Jewish person also says NO.

Woke up to see this beauty on the eaves near our front door. I could muse on the symbolism. But this morning, I prefer to simply be in awe.

I wrote this sonnet for my daughter when she turned 13. Now it has been 13 more years but you can see -- we always knew who she would be.