The lilacs in our postage stamp-sized backyard are peaking in the depth of their color and fragrance today.  It seems like spring happened overnight.  The world seemed to turn from black and white to living color so suddenly this year. But of course the plants and...

Since almost the beginning of the pandemic, my sisters and I started a weekly family zoom call - to help cheer up my 92 year-old father, who was feeling the isolation of Covid rather starkly.  We are still doing this.  My beloved dad is now 96.  Yesterday on the call,...

It seems that people from all over the globe had shared a fervent hope that the US would turn the page on a man who hated and divided. So many of us thought that a more inclusive, wider perspective would be clearly seen as the better way forward. So now what?  Sadly,...

Imagine my surprise seeing this on the Mass Pike today... OK … imagine how surprised I would be if I saw that. My band, Heart of Hearing, has a new album that was released yesterday. We recorded it a few weeks ago, on June 3 and 4 at WGBH Fraser Studio in Boston.  The...

As you know, the Lilypad has been a kind of home, where I have played regularly for the last 15 years; on the first Wednesday of every month at 7:00 PM.   I deeply value the intimacy of playing with my band in a small room full of attentive friends and students —...

I’ve been writing year-end messages in the midst of uncertain times for years now. And perhaps like me, when you stop to think about things, there is a feeling of puzzlement bordering on despond - that we could have — or should have — been doing better as a species, a...