sometimes you wonder about heaven and hell
but not at once
and not on the grey afternoons
these days you know what purgatory is
the in-between
the waiting place
the not-quite Halloween
not yet turkeys and cranberries
-from ‘grey,’ a poem, Nov. 1

Artists have it good. We make things up, show them off, and make our mark. If we’re lucky, people get what we do while we’re here. After we go and leave things behind, those things tell our story.
– blog October 31

“She sings and brings us to our lives. To cherish what is simple, know what is lost, and heal what is hurt. When Jamie sings, we laugh, we cry and we remember.”

“A Voice for the Soul of the City”
One day, from the front seat of my car, I watch the sunrise over frozen Lake Michigan. Poetic. Beautiful – purple morning streaks in chalky red-grey
-blog, Jan 28