A Great Big Diva!

Paris 2016

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Yep. I went to Paris again. I returned to perform in the Jazz Opera: "Don't worry, Be HaRpy." It was a wonderful trip - grueling (we were driving constantly to rehearsal and soundchecks) but wonderful. But it didn't start off that way. I should note here that things got amazingly better almost immediately, but I have to describe it to you!! …

Sticks and Stones and Broken Bones

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I started this post as a lament after hearing some awful gossip. A longtime close friend said unkind things about me and it hurt my feelings. Apparently, this friend took issue with my Gofundme campaign last year and my financial problems of the past few years. I had an inkling that that may have been the issue but refused to believe it. It shook me. I had been trying to reach out to this person in the past and there was always an excuse, a rational explanation as to why we were no longer close …

Sometimes When I Dream, I Dream Like My Mother.

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It's Five A.M. and I'm feeling very connected to my mom & grandfather right now because of a vivid dream that woke me this morning. I feel connected to my mom and Papa because they too had very vivid dreams that they always remembered and sometimes they were prophetic. My mom always acknowledged that I did the same kind of dreaming. The three of us had recurring dreams as well. My mom had a recurring dream that she told me (when I was 14) was about me singing in the then Soviet Union in front of …

I sang with David Cassidy. (How it came about & videos!)

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Dayton, Ohio 1970: I am ten years old and in the throes of my first crush. He was a TV star of the hit-series The Partridge Family. Keith Partridge. David Cassidy. The most beautiful boy I had ever seen. I would go to the supermarket with my mom and make a bee-line to the magazine racks to look at and make my mom purchase: Tiger Beat, 16 Magazine or whatever other rags featuring him on the cover. If it included a pull-out poster - it was mine. He was unattainable of course but I fantasized …