I remember the first time it happened. That day I lost my voice.   I’m in 2nd grade religion class. Brother Daniel is there at the front  of the classroom. Swimming in his long brown robe, his long arms flail off his lanky body as he talks to my class … [Read more...]

Her name is Linda. Salt and pepper hair. A shy smile. Eyes deep and strong. I watched her stand in front of my solo performance class (lead by the great Ann Randolph). Her arms and legs shaking, she launched into the whole story. What her younger self … [Read more...]