Home for the Holidays Part 2

Home for the Holidays Part 2

I have always loved the iconic Christmas photo of me sitting in front of a sad looking Christmas tree with a record player along with a pair cowboy boots, (that I learned were a gift from family friends) at my side. The date on the black & white photo is 1955 and...
Home for the Holidays Part 1

Home for the Holidays Part 1

For many people, spending time with family and friends can make for joyful holidays. For others, it is a time of sadness when reflecting back to past holidays and loved ones that are no longer with us. But as holidays evolve, we are left to choose what effect they...
The President and the Piano Teacher

The President and the Piano Teacher

“If you start with a bang, you won’t end with a whimper.” —T.S. Eliot My family moved into a brand-new ranch-style home in 1957 in the West Meade area of Nashville just in time for me to start elementary school at Brookmeade. Two years later, I started...
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...