It's strange.  Most of the time, I shrink from revealing too much of my thoughts.  But sometimes I need very much to share; but to only ...

Well, it's getting warmer in our part of the world; crocuses are popping up, grass is greening, there are buds on the trees!  We used to...

Helen was my surrogate singer, as I have said often!  I made her a soprano, for many reasons.  In my imagination, sopranos have one sort of ...

I came across this photo of a painting on my Fb feed.   I don't know what makes them send these my way, but—it just stopped me in my tra...

This morning, a strange song unexpectedly popped into my memory.  I had seen it being performed live, but then forgotten it for ages.  It is...

I just re-read a portion of Voyager .  Guys, I felt like crying; it was so sad.  Not the whole thing; there were emotional parts, which were...

Something I'm proud of is that I was into numerous things growing up—but I was never a violinist!—and when I invented Helen Nordstrom, I...