Suprise Me

Still, I wonder if I had a bit more solitude, would I be more productive? Read More

    When I see photographs of you, my breath catches in my throat, my eyes sting with the salt of tears. I touch your face with open lips hoping the kiss travels the distance to where you are.   You arrived on earth in splendor.  Your epoch beauty blown across time –  the white… Read More

The moon has a spell-binding hold on our collective imagination and never more-so than the summer of 1969. That summer was my sixth and last summer as a camper at the National Music Camp (now Interlochen Arts Camp) in Interlochen, MI, the granddaddy of fine arts camps, set in a pine forest between two lakes… Read More

Little songs would run on endless loops as I concentrated. It was a sort of fuzzy daydream state, where only vague thoughts of work or the future hovered at the periphery, kept at bay by my mantra of the day.  “Doing the garden, pulling the weeks, who could ask for more?” Read More

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I do not have a good sense of direction. I'm usually good with maps, unless I have them upside down. And grateful now to have GPS. Read More

Members of my family share a long and celebrated history of playing for royalty and heads of state. We are not exactly court jesters, but we come close. My Buckingham Palace event is one more gig on a long list of fancy-pants musical soirees. Read More

You do know how to whistle, don't you? You just put your lips together and blow. Read More

My mother graduated from The Ohio State University in 1935. She wanted to study modern dance in New York City and was forever grateful that her father cashed in his life insurance so she could have a year to do that. She studied with Doris Humphrey, whose most famous student was José Limón. Before heading… Read More

I am not comfortable with group nudity. I’ve managed to change clothes discreetly in locker rooms and dorm rooms, even while those all around me were letting it all hang out. I have never gone to a nude beach or a nude hot tub party. Sorry, that’s just not me. But there was one time… Read More