Come Sit By my Fire...
It was inevitable. You cant cross the genes of hall of fame tanglefooters, a Yellow Rose of Texas dancin' bar maid, and a wingtipped-shoe-wearing man from aguascalientes they called "the jitterbug" and not have music in your blood, sweat, and tears.
My grandparents made babies; one served in vietnam, and though he came back a different man, guitar was his saving grace. He strummed me to sleep at night with his songs. He made me want to play. The other, well... she's a beautiful hippie spirit and my doppleganger with the most poetic expressions and the laceiest handwriting you ever saw. She made me want to write.
Me? I'm Damaris. I got my name from Sesame Street. I am Mexican German. My freckles come from my red-headed grandpa they called spot, my big textured hair from my daddy, my bronze-on from my momma, and pretty sure my spitfire from my grandma Alberta.
I tell you this, because I want you to know my story. Where I came from- and why I must write, play, sing, dance, and always celebrate music. It is in every fiber of my being.
I am also a mom of two grown children, my Arion Sky and Elysia Delia, that have done everything to honor their single momma and have always made me dream of the what-ifs and can-dos and go-get-its.
So, hello. I am here. Ready to say something to the world!

Music
Come Sit By My Fire
Damaris
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Lost in Translation 3:200:00/3:20
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Internal Dialogue 3:480:00/3:48
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Good Girl 2:420:00/2:42
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Fly 4:130:00/4:13
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Gratitude 3:190:00/3:19
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Go On 4:270:00/4:27
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Homeless 3:380:00/3:38
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Willie In The Rain 3:140:00/3:14
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It isn't Easy 3:570:00/3:57
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0:00/4:03
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0:00/2:33
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0:00/3:06
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0:00/3:42
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0:00/3:19
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0:00/3:52
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0:00/3:42
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0:00/2:21
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0:00/3:51