My Black and White New Year

February 13th, 2017|Categories: Journal|Tags: , , , |

1987 into 1988 I had just returned from a grueling six-month tour of Andrew Lloyd Weber's Song and Dance. I was, effectively Song as I occupied the stage alone for the entire first act. I'd never learned so much, never worked so hard and never dug so deep, emotionally and spiritually, to stay strong and sane. I was performing eight shows a week and, as the sole star of the musical, I had to do press on every day off in a new city. I also had my nine-month-old son, Nathan, with me, along with his [...]

Let There Be More Light

November 27th, 2016|Categories: Journal|Tags: , , , , |

Several years ago, I lived by the ocean. You would think that it would be idyllic, right? But I found that the corrosive element of the salt air did odd things: It wilted celery I'd bought in the morning, turning it to a noodle-like substance by sunset. Salt air, literally, ate through a lovely brass plate I'd kept in a box in the garage. It was also an unexpected setting for a new song. In 2008, there was an awful massacre in Mumbai - a bomb blast in a Chabad Center, a place to service the [...]

In A Chair

February 2nd, 2016|Categories: Journal|

Last July I broke my left ankle. Originally, there was a chance that both ankles suffered fractures but, as it turned out, the left one broke good and clean - no ligaments were torn to complicate matters - and the right ankle merely suffered a sprain, which recovered quickly. I had surgery, performed by an adorable young doctor who struck me more as a young kid in need of snack rather than as an accomplished surgeon. After surgery, where a metal plate and two screws were left to support my broken bones, I landed in a [...]

Equal Dignity

June 30th, 2015|Categories: Journal|

When I was a little girl in Manhattan, in the warm spring months, men could at last roll up their sleeves. On my way home from school, I'd stop into the local candy store, pick out my treat and offer my quarter to “the candy man.” That's what we called him. As he gave me my candy, I noticed tattooed numbers on his arm. It wasn't until years later I realized he'd survived some death camp imprisonment during World War II. He had been identified as an “other.” That's all it took to de-humanize him but [...]


June 7th, 2015|Categories: Journal|

In the last few years there has been a profound awakening in my life due to some deep emotional seismic shifts. Details are not terribly important.What I would consider run of the mill catastrophes. What landed at my feet and in my heart was the kindness that was shown to me and my kids during that time.My village of family and extended family helped me organize my mind and my life and it was overwhelming.Seeing a houseful of people packing up my stuff alongside me to move one afternoon and those too fragile to do heavy [...]

If Time Was God

May 26th, 2015|Categories: Journal|

I've been thinking about this for a while now. The only element in life, consistent and impartial, is time – and, more specifically, the passing of time. And, though time and its subdivisions - days,months, years - may have originally been a way to understand the change and passing of seasons, it remains a constant presence in every second of everyone's life, always. Holy books and their reflected religious codified creeds, on the other hand, state how to live with grand rewards or awful consequences, depending upon personal choices in- or out-of-line with their core concepts. [...]


May 15th, 2015|Categories: Journal|

I have achieved a level of mastery in a particular talent. Indeed, I could be called “sensai” or even“guru” due to the depth and breadth of my amazing gift. It's not singing or songwriting, upon which I've built a sturdy and enduring career. This is a peculiar talent that precedes the expression of all others ... procrastination. I have been refining it for decades now. It comes ever so naturally to me. Unless there is a national, natural or family crisis that must be attended to, my ability to achieve mind-numbing procrastination is, I do believe, [...]