Lightning never strikes twice . . . Night becomes day in the wee hours of the morning, the sky a sound and light show that has me captive in bed. I cannot, will not, move. Relentless, pounding rain has that effect on me. The lightning and thunder are almost a relief, a break in the … [Read more...] about Odds
Oh, Rachmaninoff where art thou?
It’s late afternoon, a beautiful summer day, and all I long for is the most innocent of pleasures, sitting in a chaise on the deck, music resonating through the wide-open sliding doors. Any random selection from my shelves might do but today it’s Rachmaninoff I crave, "Piano Concerto No. 2." If … [Read more...] about Oh, Rachmaninoff where art thou?
The Passover Games
It was in reading chapter 23 of 'Catching Fire' (otherwise known as Book Two of The Hunger Games trilogy) when it hit me with the full force of a plague of locusts: Lightning. Blood rain. Fog. Monkeys. This modern, dystopian tale has the markings of a recast Passover story. Think about it: … [Read more...] about The Passover Games
The Sky at My Fingertips
My husband loves to watch TV; I like sitting with him in our downstairs den, one eye on whatever section of the Sunday New York Times I haven’t yet combed through, the other peeking at the screen from time to time. If the article I’m reading is just too compelling, I tune out what’s on TV, … [Read more...] about The Sky at My Fingertips
I know It’s Only Rock ‘n’ Roll . . .
In the Canary Islands, descendants of an aboriginal people called the Guanches communicate via an ancient whistling language. As Diane Ackerman eloquently tells it in A Natural History of the Senses, "They trill and warble a little like quails and other birds, but more elaborately, and, from as far … [Read more...] about I know It’s Only Rock ‘n’ Roll . . .
Grace Notes
In Leonard Cohen's Book of Longing, the most recent of his collections, there's a poem, "My Guitar," that takes its shape as a drawing, one of many that stand alone or as illustrations paired with poems: My guitar is so beautifulSometimes I wish I could play it The humility is pure, the … [Read more...] about Grace Notes
