When you open a photo album at your mom’s house it’s like a portal that takes you to a place that is half dream and half memory. All of My Love operates the same way. Sometimes it’s poetic, sometimes it’s musically inspiring, sometimes it’s both, but it’s always warm and comforting. An album that wraps its arms around you and draws you in, and in the middle of what may be one of the darker times in the history of our lifetimes, it reminds you, in the end, it’s just about love. Who you love, how you love, why you love, that’s what defines us. Senora May’s writing is the kind of writing that has an airy breathiness about it that by default feels intimate. It’s a portal that transports you to a place, because every story happens somewhere. You remember what the room looks like and smells like when you recall memories that change your life. Sometimes a place is like a two way mirror, something you see yourself reflected in, but you know it’s watching you; places are alive, and no one captures that better than Senora May.