Since 1985, I Have Written About Contemporary

Egypt Loved The Lotus Because It Never Dies. It Is The Same For People Who Are Loved.

It's A Wonder That Any Mother Ever Called A Daughter Dinah Again. But Some Did. Maybe You Guessed That There Was More To Me Than The Voiceless Cipher In The Text. Maybe You Heard It In The Music Of My Name: The First Vowel High And Clear, As When A Mother Calls To Her Child At Dusk; The Second Sound Soft, For Whispering Secrets On Pillows. Dee-nah.

Right Now, I'm Writing Song Lyrics. Experimenting With A Play. Toying With An Idea For A Documentary. I Hope One Of These Will Eventually Be Launched Into The Light Of Day.

I Never Wanted Mary Poppins To Be My Nanny. I Wanted To Be Her When I Grew Up.

There's Nothing Quite Like A Real . . . Train Conductor To Add Color To A Quotidian Commute