Monthly Archives: May 2016

Recently I wrote a song for someone important to me. It has some lines I’m sort of proud of and a nice chord progression. I haven’t had the opportunity to record it yet, but I hope that’s going to happen … Continue reading →

Rainy Sunday afternoons have a feel all their own. Songs have been composed about them, and books written and poems read, and none offer relief. Rainy Sundays, no matter how old you are, harken back to once being very young … Continue reading →

I live alone—with a cat—in a small suburban house some miles from Washington, DC, where I spent many years. My home was built in the early 60s to meet the needs of returning Korean War veterans, and there are thousand … Continue reading →

I’ll say it out loud: I miss my mother. Actually, I miss both parents. They’ve been gone a relatively long time, but there are still moments when their absence is palpable. Sunday is Mothers’ Day, a holiday that can be … Continue reading →

I’ve always wanted to be a writer of fiction. For me, there is no higher calling. My father was a journalist; my mother wrote a couple of beautiful children’s books, and was instrumental in the creation of Babar the Elephant. … Continue reading →

Maury was back at the coffee shop after a brief absence. Without much of an introduction, he asked, “Can you get me a bagel? Plain? Cream cheese?” This had never happened before. Maury is not a moocher. He can make … Continue reading →