She ripped my gift right out of my throat. As I sang at the top of my lungs in the middle school locker room for my adoring fans and classmates.
Tanya fires me up. And made me sing. Hell? I had no idea how far my voice would travel and that my fans would be a town called Colusa and would send me to Nashville to try. I’ve not forgotten. Nor have I given up.
Here’s to Tanya Tucker. One of my many Mothers and Avatars to look up too growing up without Mama. I found pieces if my Mama everywhere. And I’m bringing them home to show her all I saw like her.
To Mama. And Tanya.
shes back with vengeance. What a tone that woman is she tickles my ears and wakes my voice up. Reminding me of a gift she jerked out of me in the 70’s. 🤣💋🌹