JANUARY 11, 2021 Washington, DC: Like many, I’m having trouble coming up with words to describe how the events of January 6, 2021, are affecting me. Some of those words must be kept private. But I’m offering a little photo essay about a flawed city that I have loved enough…
DECEMBER 23, 2020 One thing I’ve been missing during the pandemic is singing for funerals. As strange as that may sound, I have found that lifting up my voice to comfort and support people who are grieving is some of my most fulfilling work. It is a kind of service…
Time held me green and dyingThough I sang in my chains like the sea. Dylan Thomas, Fern Hill I’m not the only performer who has struggled with identity during the COVID-19 pandemic. Entire weeks of creative paralysis have gone by. I didn’t feel like singing or writing and couldn’t begin…
Today is my father’s Jahrzeit (the anniversary of his death). My usual commemoration takes the form of an outdoor adventure, honoring the curiosity about the natural world that he passed down to me. But recently I’ve been spending time communing with him – through his writing – about something else…
