When I walk out of the studio every week, I look. Can I see any stars, even in the city?  Is it a full moon?  How fast are the clouds moving?  Could that be…? I used to drive to the… Read more ›

I dream a lot. Sometimes it’s a simple dream.  A bubble above my head, a preoccupation with what we do together. Other times, it’s an all out fantasy of everything sensational and silly, a trance that transports me and seems… Read more ›

Sometimes I just gotta relax. I get so worked up thinking about being with you every time it’s about to happen that I really need to get horizontal.  I need every little kink worked out, every knot kneaded.  I need… Read more ›

We talk about it every week.  About how much we like each other.  And what we plan to do about it. And, every week, it feels momentous.  I do worry and fret about whether or not I can give you… Read more ›