Do you know what it was like Wishing you’d come home Knowing the moment you arrived I would want you gone You had no reason to behave The way you often did You gave into a binding rage So seldom did you see The pieces that you left behind Were broken parts of me
“Opera?” I secretly gagged and said, “No way.” When I heard opera singers on the television, I thought, who are these singers wearing ancient clothes from my history books? While they were singing in a language that I didn’t understand, I wondered, what were they singing about? And how could they make those loud sounds with their voices? I could not imagine myself as an opera singer at all. Dr. Lori: Opera singer, author and amazing friend (she’s more, much […]
In the summer of 1963 I was a six year old in pigtails anxiously anticipating a road trip with my family that would take us from New York to Louisiana in less than two days. My father’s two-toned, surf green and pearl white 1960 Chevy Bel Air parked in front of our Long Island suburban home gleamed after a recent wash. The chrome tail fins reflected the bright sunlight like a sizzling fourth of July flare. The design of the […]