Thoughts on music, culture, and the ways that personal history intersects with social and political history.
Mother, Catholic, practitioner of public humanities, and proud holder of what a former employer called a "ghetto doctorate."
Song and commentary inspired by Goethe's words, "All passing things are but a simile".
A ledger of obscure travels, backwoods rambles, rough bivouacs, and cackling cartographies.
Practical guidance for navigating daily life in the Machine Age.
poetry, literature, art, and all the beautiful things through which heart sings to heart