There is no substitute for singing. Current culture is definitely the worse for its having gone out of fashion. It is a huge release to join in hymn singing at church after all these masked months. I was recalling recently learning at age six to read music from a hymnal in a children’s choir: awareness that I was literally in tune with hosts of unseen people from far away times and places made me feel so human.
I remember as a kid being intrigued by the song "Oh, my darlin' Clementine." Sure sounds like a sad story. Can't be! But it is fun to sing it exaggerating its tragic surface. There is a young boy wh
Every time I cross 109th St. on my way up or downtown I cast a glance at the apartment building on the corner of 109 and Riverside Drive, the former residence of Hannah Arendt. Her essays in The New Y
Funny, how we take for granted that someone is listening when we talk to them. Do you recall ever talking to someone who wasn't paying the slightest attention to you and/or to what you were saying? T