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I know. I’ve been mighty silent. Writing is hard for me. Always has been. Lay a new full-time high school teaching job on top, and well, you get the picture. But I am surfacing. Honestly, I’ve never slept better. It’s … Continue reading
Friends, I recently chatted with soprano Karen Holvik whom I first met in the fall of 1980, my first semester in Jan’s studio. I was eighteen; Karen had just completed her graduate degree the spring before and was headed to her … Continue reading
Friends, These last two weeks, I’ve jumped into a new teaching job. I’m teaching college writing to seniors at Oxford High School in Oxford, Mississippi. I’m beat! A week of training. Everything is online, multiple programs to learn, new building, … Continue reading
Good Morning, Friends, Here’s a little piece I worked on this morning: Hawk Baritone Tom Paul, asks me, “Did you know Jan was fascinated by Osprey?” I shake my head no. “She loved them.” I find this question scribbled … Continue reading
Oh my. I’ve never been good at birthdays. I gave up a long time ago. My sister makes an annual calendar with photographs; she’s never sent one to me. I’m not mad. I think she knows I’ll forget all the … Continue reading
Hello, Friends, As promised, here’s some work about Jan’s use of dance and movement as a singer and teacher. * I wonder if people remember how committed Jan was to the soundness of her physicality. How upright and easy her … Continue reading
Hello, Friends, This week, I’ve thrown myself back into research mode as I piece together Jan’s steps from Juilliard in 1955 to the year her first marriage to Tom DeGaetani ended sometime in the early 60’s. Gems. Open one more … Continue reading
Dawn was once a popular name. I don’t know anyone naming their daughters this today. There are four Dawn’s from all around the country still in my life, all born within years of me in 1962. It was once a … Continue reading
First, Friends, an update: I’ve been in my new Mississippi home for three weeks, and I love it. Last night, I sat on my blue porch as the sun set, watching fireflies spark. My dad and I had brought buckets … Continue reading