If she’d been asked to describe her family life in one word, Molly would have said it was typical. Her parents, Martha and Peter both had steady, normal jobs - Martha as a social worker and Peter as a financial planner. They’d met in their mid 20’s, dated, married, and planned the birth of each of their three daughters. There were no big crises, no dramas, nothing that might have been better suited to the plot of a daytime soap than real life. Martha and Peter were supportive of their girls, and really their only rule was that each of them had to do some kind of sport and learn an instrument once they hit double digits. For Molly, who had successfully auditioned for the San Francisco Ballet School when she was 9, anything but dance seemed like a waste of time. But her parents were concerned about what might happen to her if she didn’t manage to make it as a dancer and insisted. Reluctantly, Molly began learning the bass - partly because she figured it was easier than most other instruments, and partly because she thought it might help with her sense of rhythm while she danced.

School was difficult for Molly. She didn’t care about it and spent most of her time counting down the days until she could leave and go to ballet class. As a result, she struggled to make friends and found herself the target of bullies. Only really confident when she was with her sisters, she grew even closer to them, using them as protection against the world and relying on them to give her the strength she lacked. Although they were all very different, the three of them had a strong bond and really were each others' best friends.

At the age of 17 Molly successfully auditioned for the San Francisco Ballet as an apprentice. It was a dream come true for her and she didn’t think twice before accepting. Even her parents, who had hoped she’d take another path, could see the opportunity and encouraged her to grasp it with both hands. A year later she was officially accepted into the company as part of the corps de ballet, well on the way to the ballet career she’d always dreamed of.

Nobody expected the career-ending injury that occurred shortly before Molly’s 21st birthday, culminating in surgery, extensive physical therapy and the realization that she’d never dance again. With her dreams shattered, Molly had something of a breakdown. She moved back home and spent most of her time in her room, speaking as little as possible to anyone else. Over the next few months, the weight began to pile on as she kept eating as much as she ever had but without the hours of dance each day to balance it out. Without ballet, Molly didn’t know who she was anymore. All her future plans had revolved around dance and with those gone, she was aimless.

It was her sisters who slowly began to pull her out of her depression, using music as a way to get her out of her room and living in the real world again. Rosie was away off and on, working as a tour musician and coming home again armed with stories and a desperate desire to perform her own music one day. The three girls started writing songs together more for fun than anything serious, but one thing led to another and before Molly knew it they were performing their own gigs and recording. The buzz from their self-released EP was enough to get them a record deal and suddenly Molly had an entirely new future mapped out as she went from “dancer” to “musician.”

After a successful first album, several notable guest artist credits and a lot of touring under their belts, Plover began to feel like a real band with the potential of some longevity and Molly was finally able to put the past to rest and focus on her future, whatever that might bring.