Kenra whyte

Some are good, but so many are bone-crushingly bad and sad. At The Splendid Word, we get to tell the good news stories. We get to talk about the joyful stuff. These days I write about the miracle-minded folk out there working to change the world for the better.

It feels right. Today, TSW is home to an experienced team of creative freelance journalists, copywriters, storytellers and editors — and we care deeply about using our words for good. To me, words are THE most powerful vehicle for connecting, inspiring and creating positive change in the world and I believe wholeheartedly that we all have a responsibility to take greater care of the impact our words have inside our own heads, and on the lives of all those we encounter.

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While I wrote and erased sentence after sentence, Kenra arrived with an entourage of young, good-looking bohemians and a brown dog, the latter of whom gave me a friendly sniff while the kids settled in front of the small stage.

I began gathering my things together, ready to throw in the towel on an uninspired day, when a haunting falsetto melody filled the room. A fuzzy-chinned boy was testing the microphone as Kenra dialed in the PA. My hands stopped what they were doing, and a little voice in my head told me calmly but firmly that I shouldn't go anywhere just yet. Once satisfied with the sound, Kenra took up her guitar, and wistful fingerpicking wrapped around her sweet singing voice.

I leaned back in my chair, soaking up the sounds, the warm lights on dark wood, the glow of good beer in my belly. The music put a balm on my case of the Mondays. I was content to listen to Kenra all night, and after half an hour had lapsed with no volunteers stepping up, it looked like I might get my wish.