Mama a Rainbow

Mama a Rainbow

Please allow me to share an excerpt from my followup book, Songs from an Imperfect Life, which I plan to release in this coming spring. “Along with the part-time music director’s job at Carroll Street Chapel, I found a part-time retail position at Strobel’s Music Shop...
Plans

Plans

Frustrated Architect is how I have often described myself, and yet, I am neither. But I do have a love for design and architecture that goes back as far as I can remember. I think that it really began to blossom during my pre-teen years when my parents were seriously...
Ho-Jo and Fried Clams

Ho-Jo and Fried Clams

Merriam-Webster defines guilty pleasure as: something pleasurable that induces a usually minor feeling of guilt. With too many guilty pleasures for one blog article, I’m going to choose one that unfortunately is no longer an option for me – Howard Johnson’s. Yes, the...
Letter to Bob

Letter to Bob

A letter has been floating around for years in a box of items from my family home. It is without an envelope and as been folded over twice with “Bob” written on the fold in my mother’s handwriting. I remember opening it but never reading past the greeting of “Dearest...
I’m just a Broadway Baby

I’m just a Broadway Baby

I’m just a Broadway Baby  Sondheim ’71 What’s in a name? My mother was a Broadway – a name that has been a part of my life for as long as I can remember. My grandmother, Mary Walker, hitchhiked from Nashville, Michigan to Miami, Florida in 1920, fell in love and...