Suprise Me

Doggedly, I record signs of the coming light. Read More

    Co-creation   My children birthed me many times through our time together; we have labored over Our relationship Our independence Our interlocked destinies.   We have adventured as “family,” fought as friends do, with our least selves held in honor at some core level, while our higher selves offered bridges of joy and… Read More

As I grew older, I learned to embrace the Sarah Bernhardt in me. I came to see it as having the courage of my convictions and the ability to stand up for what I believed. Read More

Still, on a quiet Sunday there is nothing more relaxing than working my way through that pile of newspapers. Read More

My own family has no traditions to speak of, but when I arrived at the National Music Camp in 1964 (now the Interlochen Arts Camp), it was full of traditions. Some I would help add. Camp had been around since 1928 and became an integral part of my life for decades. Now I just send… Read More

Tennis Woes I’ve written recently about my pickleball addiction and also about my long,  and rather lackluster tennis career and my parents’ unforgivable role in it.  (See Pickled) Here’s more about that disappointing chapter in my sporting life. My parents were both athletic,  in facf my father was a really good tennis player in his… Read More

These are the anniversaries important to me (in no particular order). Read More

A dad's teachings can come in a simple gesture of kindness. Read More

September was my birthday, it was the start of a new school year, the sticky summer was through, the air was crisp and I might even have some new clothes. Of course it was my favorite. Read More

"Oh, Warren." Read More