Chapter ONE My name is Lacey Kay Cowden. I was born in Lafayette, Louisiana to a southern mama by the name of Ms. Sharon Kay . My father, Ralph Allen Cowden III, a western wanderer whom traveled the world as a professional tennis player, came to southern region in 1980. As the story is told, he won much more than a tournament that day... but, he won my mama's heart. One year later, they were married in a little church, in the heart of the south. My brother Casey came not long after in 1982, a stocky toe headed blonde with blue eyes that resembled a hurricane. 3 years later a little girl came.. A quieter of a storm with wide eyed and skin that was dark as night. They say she whistled before she spoke and as a young child carried always a pen and paper, delved in another world and would return for her mamas cooking, the chaotic company of her older brother and to listen to records with her father. It was said that when she was born they wrapped her in a lace blanket and her mama said, "her name shall be Lacey." (but, I don't know how much I believe of it.. considering the likeness of rhyming names "Casey and Lacey") This is where my story begins... on a hot summers day in May of 1985.
CHAPTER TWENTY NINE June 8, 2014 I consider myself lucky... for the family I was raised in, the places I have seen, the people whom I have loved and been loved by, for the pain that I have come to know as my greatest lessons. (and as any writer would acknowledge, as the deepest means of writing material.) I am thankful to be exactly who I am. A creative soul if you will, whom takes all these pieces of experience and shapes them into pictures and songs. I am thankful to know, this is just the beginning to a new chapter. I carry with me an island, whom some call paradise and ALL the different coasts I've taken as home. They too, reflect in my pursuits. Southern sweltering heat, nights of running wild in winter on the northern shores, a summer atop California's winding mountains; singing in a ghost filled lodge with hells angels. I carry with me that letter my darling sent, "run away with me" and those 6 months on the road. I carry with me all these people and times, hopes and sights of the road ahead that I take into my "art". There are so many instances I wish I could tell you of.. but, it is all IN ink and song. There you will know me well... or well as one could know.