Crossroads
This past week I had occasion to drive up 206 from Princeton to Somerville and back, twice a day. Shouldn’t…
Category: I will miss you
K.I.S.S. Keep it simple, stupid.
At the end of my last blog post, I said that I would focus next on how the dramatic moment…
Don’t look back.
Why did Orpheus look back? In the fullsomely-staged student production of Monteverdi’s opera L’Orfeo in Princeton’s Richardson Auditorium in…
Down is up. Up is down. And love is everywhere.
Shelley Pryor commented the other day on my last post about Orpheus and Eurydice, and recommended the movie “The Shape…
Time does not heal all things.
But it sure changes your perspective. This cartoon made me laugh because it reminded me of Laura this morning. Then…
The next figure in the dance.
According to family legend, my father (or maybe it was his uncle Jim … you know how vague family legends…
Together again after all these years
My sister Kate reminded me this morning that today, November 9, is the anniversary of our father’s death, 35 years…
Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son? Oh, where have you been, my darling young one? This is a…
I shall miss you so much when I’m dead
Memoirs by the dying and their survivors keep on coming. Mine became this blog. Cory Taylor’s Dying: A Memoir is…
We walk by the power of klezmer.
During Laura’s first course of chemo and radiation, I invoked a scene from Mozart’s The Magic Flute in the CaringBridge blog to…