After morning aerobics, the residents moseyed and shuffled and walkered their way to their seats in the dining room to hear the pianists. All thirty of them. It was my son Gresham’s first recital so I recorded it. For grandparents to see. But I’m too proud not to show it… Read More
Archive Year: 2010
No More Tightrope
To those who gave and prayed, Life as an artist has always been, to me, a bit like walking from one precipice to the next on a long tightrope high above the crowd. Traditionally, in the music business, the crowd was nothing but an audience. They gathered only to cheer… Read More
How I Write
How do you write? It’s the question others writers always ask me. Because we’re all hoping someone can make it easier. View Post
Delighted
We read from Zephaniah and I paused to ask, “What is delight?”
Blank stares from the faces in the bunk beds.
“God delights in you it says. What is delight?” View Post
Everything Must Go!
First of all, we’re fine, mom. Don’t mail us money. View Post
Snow Day
I hate being cold. But I like my hat. View Post