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Friends, Some more work on the Juilliard years: If you encounter a great teacher once in your lifetime, you are one of the blessed. I can count many, many, among them Henry Brant, Norman Lloyd, and from my earliest years, … Continue reading
We have a lot of catching up to do, Friends. I’ve done it. I’ve moved myself, my books and art and bicycle to the South. And I’m happy. I’ve been in this rambling old house for a little over a … Continue reading
I’ve got a lot on my mind, Friends. I have friends who marched in Washington yesterday for the environment. One tells me today she is beleaguered by all she heard on the streets. It’s bad. To be in Washington now … Continue reading
Friends, Providence. Chaos. The wherewithal to slow down–stop–listen. No matter. I am here now, and this happening. I’ve been in North Mississippi since March 27. My 86-year-old father has been diagnosed, cut on, and is back home in his cabin … Continue reading
I’m back, Friends! Sorta. My trip to Belize pushed me in so many ways; I was sick with the flu when I left the US, and once there, I had two falls, one bad enough to leave me with bruised … Continue reading
Back in November, during my third visit to the beautiful home she once shared with Phil West on the Hudson, Carole Cowan and I found more treasure in the attic. After all these years, I’d hoped there was more to … Continue reading
Morning, Folks, Here are a couple more sections from my draft-in-progress on Barbara Ann Martin, Jan, and me: 3. Ancient Voices changes a lot of things for a lot of people. Barbara is living in New York and listens to Jan’s … Continue reading
Feb 27, 2017 Friends, Have you had a chance to read recent posts on Jan, my travels, the writing of this book? Here’s an update: I’ve been staying with my dear friend of over 30 years, Risa Lavelle in her … Continue reading
My sister, the painter, lays stones on me. Sometimes I’m on the bed, sometimes, the floor of her studio on the second floor, a soft, thick blanket over me. She lifts it to place the stone, at my throat, on … Continue reading