Empty Cradles, Empty Chardonnay, Empty me

An overzealous reporter once asked me if I could describe my mother in one word. What would it be? When she learned that my mother was none other than the great Libby Walker, all of my accomplishments suddenly flew out the window.

I told her that describing my mother in one word was nearly impossible. How could I? She had achieved so much in her life. She built a massive following on Facebook, where she documented every detail of our adolescence-leaving no stone unturned. To add insult to injury, she landed a book deal because of it.

When you're one of the most successful music producers in the industry, and you meet a big-time rock star for the first time, it's always heartwarming to have them ask if it's true-did I really grab a Sharpie and draw a smiley face on my ass at the age of five?