I am strolling up and along an unfamiliar coastal trail, slowly making my way to its highest point…

Breathing a sigh of relief, I settle into the easy chair that has held me so many times in its arms...

As I approach the park bench, I recognize those blond curls resting midway down her back, refusing to conform...

In rare moments when he is vulnerable—softer, more open than usual—he begins to speak of his friend, his mentor...

This simple piece sends its sonic waves to all those courageous enough to move toward a dream without an easy map to follow...

Clementine came to my studio when she was only eight years old. She and her mother often held hands and kissed good-bye, then Clementine would quietly enter, whisper hello, and sit down on the piano bench…