Who I Am
What I Do
I know your smile,
I know your face,
Your every word,
recalls a trace.
Somewhere along the way, in the past 50 years or so, we have lost sight of the drama. Where did it go? Where did the genius of music go?
This is my revelation, my appreciation of that phenomenon as illustrated through the music of Al Jolson.
Román Jáquez spends his time as an independent producer/director of films, commercials and music videos.
I began hearing and recognizing, in that show, little things of his personality that I had also heard in his music but not understood.
But what if I said that music, an art form so strongly rooted in subjectivity, can be swayed by objectivity?
Everything she ever did was for others. Now I find myself in several organizations that help in various ways in the community. Now I look fo
An award-winning author and multi-award-winning screenwriter, Kevin has written, produced, directed or acted in a number of film shorts
I think my creative enterprises have gone much better as I keep my focus on others as well as asking the Lord, what will you have me do.
The Master, The Great! Who worked his whole life for what?” she asked, turning back to Clancy. “A bit of fame today, only to be forgotten...
On January 28th, 2020, the culmination of years of planning, working, learning, and praying came to fruition. At last, the music that I had
Coming off of a long, tiring day, I allowed myself to sleep in a little. But I couldn't sleep too long as we had plans for that afternoon...
Up until I'm standing backstage, I will have nerves wash over me off and on, but when I'm standing backstage, everything just disappears...
This night was our celebratory dinner cruise around Sydney Harbour.
...it was worth getting up early to be able to sit at the dining table and look out through the sliding glass doors at that sight...
I ran out of the water in an attempt to escape the wave, but I was not fast enough. My bottom half was thoroughly soaked!
With all of our bags packed, we said goodbye to the apartment, walked down the street to the station, and were just in time...
And best of all.... no one else was around. It was just the three of us, standing in the shade of the eucalyptus trees...
What then was so funny about the pressed coin machine, you ask? As an avid pressed penny collector here in the States...
Among my treasured finds of the day were two pairs of vintage gloves and a vintage, Australian made hat...