It's just a little ranch. Thirty-five acres. In Texas, if it's not a thousand acres, it's considered a ranchette.

The pure connecting factor is that those of us who describe ourselves as feminists want equal rights for all people.

Our stories are different; our pain is the same.

Feminism - the word - can give us a handle, a rallying point, a common ground, and help us build a bridge. Why not claim the gift of the word as a place to begin?

Everything good that I know was taught to me by great teachers and I feel like giving back and sharing the technique is the thing to do.

Good performance is about the capacity to focus and concentrate.

I love Mary Chapin Carpenter songs. I love her songs 'Come On, Come On' and 'I Am A Town', they're two of my favorite songs.

I was hugely relieved to discover there was a purpose for girls with loud voices.

If we're for one another, we're feminists. The rest is semantics.

My two great loves are music and horses.

T Bone is genius. The way they've recorded my voice and the instrumentation to these songs is really quite extraordinary.

The word, and the concept of feminism, was a gift because it gave me a sense of identity and a way of defining how I wished to live my life.

There's a lot of maintenance that goes into being a professional singer.

We can't compare stories. We can only know in our hearts that we are the same. That may be the best we can do.

When there's an opportunity to do more, we must.

For one thing, I teach my students what my teacher for twenty years, Paul Gavert, told me, 'The voice follows... the voice follows everything about you... who you are.'

I had no words for these feelings. And then people started using the word Ms. Suddenly, there was this handle with which I could identify myself and understand why I felt so out of whack with the culture around me.

I have never experienced racism in the feminist movement, so it concerned me to think that I was unable to see the subject clearly because I came from white, middle-class privilege.

It was critical to finding a way out. I had assumed young women knew the history of feminism and must have felt gratitude to the movement for the opportunities that the work we have done has afforded them.

So, when the discussion about not using the term feminist came up at a conference workshop, I couldn't believe it. The more I listened, the more I felt the need to express my passion about my identity as a feminist.