OVERWHELMING I’ve been told that I am overwhelming I’m not quite sure what that means And yet I do I see the possible and try to make it so Not believing obstacles Seeing long paths with handles and gaps that shrink if I just move fast enough I am holding the hand of my grandmother as we walk in spots where warmth has melted the i...

EXCERPT FROM AN ARTICLE IN BROADWAYWORLD. Dad passed away on February 4, 2005. Every time I go to the Music Box Theatre to see his play I get the chance to visit with him again. I am surrounded by his words and feel as if he is talking just to me. If I listen hard enough, I hear his voice and believe that he and my mother know that I am there. On...

The year is young And already I have learned that intentions are Spectrums of boundless opportunities To try again

There was a time when I didn’t sense the danger I didn’t double check or seem to care about the what ifs of jumping on a motorcycle pushing myself to the front of a crowd or diving deep into the ocean I know that part of me is still within My eyes widen and my skin erupts When I notice the chance To take a chance But I have tucked it...

How and when do you learn what is important? I ask that question from the perspective of an adult who learned about what is important from my parents and subsequently taught those lessons to my children. Lessons that were co-mingled with those learned by my husband from his parents. Lessons that I revise in my head for the grandchildren I hope to h...