About Me

I am beloved. A lover of Words. Songs. Tones. Stories. Poems. Definitions. Language.
 

I’m a chaser of beauty, a collector of laughter, and a devoted fan of all things creative. My life reflects this devotion. I believe that perfect moments aren’t about perfection, they’re about embracing what’s real: the fun, the difficult, the wild, the messy. And most of all, the love, the love we’re here to give and receive. These are the moments that make life holy. These are the stories worth sharing. I believe we’re called to pay attention and to share what we find along the way.
 

What’s in a Name?

We name everything, it’s how we make sense of the world. I’ve always been fascinated by names, their meanings, and the stories they convey.
 

I was born Amy Carol Duvall, which means:

• Amy = Beloved

• Carol = Song

• Duvall = Of the valley
   

I discovered this around age nine, and it felt like more than a coincidence; it felt like destiny. I had already known I was a singer from the moment I knew anything about myself. To learn that my name reflected this truth was magical.
 

Some of my earliest memories are of singing. I remember holding the hymnal upside down in church, too little to read, but singing anyway. Sweet Brother Freeman would gently turn the book right-side up, and I’d keep going, already lost in the song.
 

Between the ages of three and five, before I started school, I would lie under our giant oak trees, making up songs about the world around me, the falling acorns, the ants on the sidewalk, and the way the wind moved through the leaves.
 

Later, when I was told (over and over) to be quiet, sometimes harshly, I found refuge in music. I’d lug our family record player outside with my favorite albums, grab my sister Nancy’s silver baton as a microphone, and perform under the trees for hours. That’s where I felt most alive, most myself.

All I Ever Wanted Was to Sing
 

From my earliest memories, my goals were simple:

• Sing

• Have a loving family

• Be pretty
   

Who knew how hard those would be to reach, and how deep they would grow in meaning over time?

Now, at 58, I find myself standing in the beautiful, messy, miraculous place where everything begins to arrive. The songs, the love, the truth of who I am. This is the unfolding. This is a blessing. And I’m so grateful to share it with you.