Wynonna Judd is speaking out after fans shared their worries about her health on Wednesday night.
Judd, 59, and Jelly Roll, 38, performed together to open the CMA Awards with Jelly Roll’s song “Need a Favor.” During their performance, Judd was seen holding onto Jelly Roll, which made many fans concerned about how she was feeling.
After the show, Judd posted a video on her social media to talk to her fans about their concerns.
She captioned her video with, “Don’t read the comments,” referring to the worried messages from fans.
In the short clip, Judd admits she read the comments before stating “I’m just gonna come clean with y’all.”
“I was so freaking nervous.”
When Jelly Roll asked Wynonna Judd to open the show with him, she was thrilled but also very nervous.
“I got out there and I was so nervous that I just held on for dear life. And that’s the bottom line,” Judd said.
After her performance, she talked to Entertainment Tonight (ET) about why she decided to join Jelly Roll on stage.
“I have to show up for people like people did for me,” Judd told ET. “That’s my job now, to pass it on. People have been so generous with me, and now it’s my turn to be generous with people like Jelly Roll.”
You can watch their beautiful performance in the video below:
We’re glad to hear that Wynonna Judd is okay. She’s had a tough couple of years.
Let’s hope that her 2024 is better than the previous years.
I Incurred a $500 Fine When My Neighbor Falsely Accused My Son of Her Toddler’s Hallway Scribbles — I Couldn’t Let It Go
Caitlin often found herself informally supervising her neighbor Stacy’s young son, Nate, providing him some stability while his mom sought time for herself. However, when Nate decorated the hallway walls with doodles during Caitlin’s absence, she was unjustly slapped with a $500 fine. Determined to set things right, Caitlin devised a plan for retribution.
Stacy had become accustomed to letting her young son, Nate, roam the hallway as a play area.
“It’s safe, Caitlin,” she’d assure me. “Plus, it’s their version of outdoor play.”
She would then retreat behind her door, leaving Nate to his devices, often while she entertained guests.
“I just need some downtime,” she confessed to me once in the laundry room. “I’m a grown woman with needs, you know. Being a single mom, you must get it.”
I understood her need for personal space, but I could never imagine letting my own son, Jackson, wander the hallways alone. Despite our general familiarity with the neighbors, the corridors didn’t feel completely secure.
Jackson, slightly older than Nate, seemed concerned about the younger boy, who often loitered alone, clutching his tattered teddy bear.
“Mom,” Jackson would say during his playtime, “maybe we should invite him over.”
Grateful for my son’s compassion, I agreed. It was better to keep both children within sight, ensuring their safety.
Thus, we began having Nate over for snacks, toys, and movies—a simple arrangement that brought him noticeable joy.
“He mentioned he likes playing with others,” Jackson noted one day. “I don’t think his mom spends much time with him.”
And interestingly, Stacy hardly acknowledged this setup. Once she realized Nate was safe with us, she seemed to extend her leisure time even more.
Eventually, it became routine for Nate to knock on our door whenever his mother let him out.
“Hello,” he’d say, teddy in hand. “I’m here to play.”
However, one day, we were away at my parents’ house for my mom’s birthday.
“I hope Nate will be okay,” Jackson expressed concern as we drove.
“Oh, honey,” I responded. “His mom is there. She’s responsible for his safety too.”
Upon our return, we were greeted by hallway walls covered in childish drawings—a colorful chaos of stick figures and squiggles.
“Nate must have had fun,” I remarked, searching for my keys.
“Isn’t he going to be in trouble?” Jackson asked, eyeing the artwork.
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