Celebrating Music 

"Music and Poetry Rooted in a Legacy of Love"
"Generational Vision: The Present"

"The Mission of Yellow Rose"

"Yellow Rose Publishing was born from the belief that love is a frequency that transcends time. Just as a single yellow rose could bloom from a pile of weeds to heal a heart, our music is designed to be a catalyst for healing and connection.

As a division of the Core Media Center, Yellow Rose is dedicated to:

• The 15-Song Debut Album: A collection of songs that serve as a 'Neurological Intervention' for the soul.

• A Sanctuary for Songwriters: Providing a platform and stipends for artists who write with purpose and hope.

• Preserving the Heritage: Ensuring that poetry and melody are never lost, but instead used to bridge the gap between the past and the future."

Letter from the Founder: 

I was raised by two strong, independent parents: my grandparents, who sacrificed their lives to be there for me when no one else would. My birth parents were unable, and so at a young age my grandparents passed—when most women my age were having a family—I was on my own. My grandfather, or “Papa” as I called him growing up Italian, passed when I was very young, in my 20s. My grandmother at the time had a rose garden. Weighed down by the neglect of becoming a caretaker and the grief of her loss, the garden soon became overrun and hard to manage.

While rebuilding her strength to return to her beloved garden, a yellow rose eventually bloomed from the center of a weed-gathered dirt pile—independently, out of the ordinary. This encouraged her to get back to the garden. But still, it didn’t really blossom many roses. One day on her birthday, she, as clockwork, retreated to the garden for her morning chore; and lo and behold, it was bursting with yellow roses. A steady stream of them now starting to blossom, she would say in her signature, calm British voice: “Thank you, Tony.”

She would come into the kitchen to show me how he had spoken to her through this rose. It became a ritual of sorts for her to come inside with one rose after another and say to me, “Papa brought us another rose today,” and she would clip its stem and thoughtfully place it in a small crystal vase made for one. I believe we have a connection with my music.

We spent many loving moments singing together and reading my poetry that she would frame and put on the walls. When I was three, I wrote her a poem, and beside it was an ink reflection of my small hand. With scotch tape battered by time, she placed it on the kitchen cabinet door for so long it began to fade beneath the laminate she protected it in. When I was nearing thirteen, I wrote her and my Papa a poem about love and how it transcends and heals. She framed it in this beautiful brown frame, and every morning you would pass it as you left the bedrooms and made your way into the kitchen.

When she passed, my family took the house, and I was never able to retrieve these memories for my daughter, whom she will never meet in our human life. So, I dedicate this publishing company to my Grandma, where my poems and memories will forever be remembered. May you rest in peace with the angels, and side by side with Papa, surrounded by Yellow Roses.