It’s been too long since my last update here, and I’ve missed this blog! So, why the long silence? Because I’ve been busier than ever! Lots to share. Here are the highlights: For the last two years, I’ve been developing aproject in collaboration with the BBC: a multi-generational, multi-racial contemporary docu-drama podcast in a…
I just finished narrating lovely Janice MacLeod’s memoir PARIS LETTERS for Tantor, which tells the story of Janice’s decision to save enough money to leave her job and travel for a year. Janice ended up meeting and falling in love with the lovely Christophe, and rather than tourist-ing her way through foreign lands, eventually, she…
Sunday evening I was at the 5th Maine Regiment Museum on Peaks Island in Maine to hear my beloved Renaissance Voices perform their spring concert. My best friend sat next to me as we listened to the a cappella voices perform songs by Stephen Foster, William Billings, Faith York, Amy Beach. When Leah noticed I…
One of the last gifts my husband gave me before we divorced was an orchid on Mother’s Day. We never had children together, but we played the role of surrogate parents to a few young men who were adrift in the world, without families that were shaped the way one might expect, or the way…
My equilibrium has been completely thrown off. After sleeping some nights eight, ten, even twelve hours, the feeling of being rested and refreshed eludes me. Light filtering through the shades this morning awakened me at 5:45 a.m. My head was full of cotton and time and space were unclear. Was it Sunday? Was it Tuesday?…
It’s my birthday!! I love my birthday. Celebrating another year of life gives me the opportunity to consider all the things for which I’m deeply grateful, to mark the beginning of my New Year, and to extend wishes to the Universe to send more peace, prosperity, adventure, love, good health, and friendship my way. Let’s celebrate together!…
I spent yesterday, Father’s Day, if not in the physical presence of my dear father, in his good company. All morning and into the afternoon I opened box after box of books — many of which were originally my father’s and which I have taken, or been given, from his library — carefully considering whether…
In 1995, after enduring more than a dozen corrective foot surgeries starting when I was just seven months old, I was referred to and met with a young foot surgeon, newly in practice. He glanced at my sheaf of x-rays, holding them up against the light-box mounted on the wall, flipped through my thick file…
Yesterday afternoon, one of my closest friends, Eric, called. He and his fiance, Rosemary, and her daughter, Lucy, were in Manhattan for just 36 hours, he said, and they wondered if I could meet them for dinner. So last night I took the F train from Brooklyn to the East Village to meet them at…
I’ve been coming to New York regularly since about 2005, when my studies in and pursuit of voiceover began in earnest. Things that seem normal to me are thought to be unusual here, like making eye contact, smiling at strangers, not rushing through conversation. I’ve been told that I have very good manners. That may…