• ENVY

    ENVY My husband is in the studio playing old tapes he has of a singer he produced back in the late 80s. It’s not me. It’s someone else. She is much younger than me, taller, blonde, striking, charismatic, with God-given pipes that can soar and dive and break your heart. She is utterly original, and

  • A JOURNEY TO THE LADIES ROOM

    A JOURNEY TO THE LADIES ROOM Have you been in a public restroom lately? I have been fascinated for the past year or two by the changes in our public restrooms. Granted, I have only been in the women’s facilities, but I can only guess that the men’s rooms have been similarly updated. The first

  • THE BUZZ – PART FOUR

    Preface: This is the final installment in my semi-semi autobiographical short story. The first installment was on December 7th. The ending is a case of pure wishful thinking on my part, but hey – Why let the truth get in the way of a good story? Enjoy! THE BUZZ – PART FOUR They dropped off

  • THE BUZZ – PART THREE

    Preface: This is the third installment in a short story I wrote a few years back. The first installment was on December 7th. Hope you like it! THE BUZZ – PART THREE It started quite by accident. Holly Mossback rang their doorbell one Thursday afternoon. She had come over to pick up a few tapes.

  • THE BUZZ – PART TWO

    Preface: In case you are just dropping in for the first time, this is the second part in a short story. Part One was posted yesterday (December 7th). THE BUZZ – PART TWO Sami was crushed. She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand as she headed out for her broken down Renault.

  • THE BUZZ – PART ONE

    Preface: For the next couple of days, I am going to be sharing a short story I wrote a few years ago. It is loosely (and I do mean VERY loosely) autobiographical, based on the part of my life that has been a recurring theme: the music business. Hope you will enjoy. Thanks! THE BUZZ-

  • AT HOME WITH FAMILY

    Art and I got to Connecticut Friday night. We were lucky because the weather cooperated with us and our flight here was (mostly) okay. (The plane bucked over the Rockies like a bronco buster. You can imagine how happy that made me)! But we got a beautiful gift today. The sky got pregnant with little

  • A VERY LONG ENGAGEMENT

    In exactly twenty-four hours Art and I will be at the airport. At about this time I will swallow my little white pill, which will help me to get through the rest of the day. My hands and feet will probably be a little clammy. (They usually warm up when the pill kicks in). But

  • A DAY IN THE LIFE

    Lately it seems to me I have a choice. Either I can be creative or I can be efficient. But I can’t be both. I walk around most of the time feeling guilty because I don’t have a “job”. That is, I don’t get up every morning at 6:00, gulp down breakfast, and head out

  • GIVING THANKS

    Well, it’s Thanksgiving again. Time to trot out the old turkey (or tofurky, in our case) dressing, cranberry sauce, and the sweet potato casserole with tiny marshmallows. We have mixed feelings, of course, about the green bean dish with French fried onion rings on top, as well as the lime jello mold with bananas suspended