Everybody has a dream. 

 

Mine was to be a singer.  From the time I could talk, I was singing. Born and raised in Cheyenne, WY, I would have naturally taken to cowboy songs. Or so one would think. But no, the song that I first chose to learn was on one of my parents’ 78 rpm big band records -- “Your Lips Tell Me No No But There’s Yes Yes in Your Eyes.” Racy fare for a three-year-old, you might think, but of course I had no idea what the words meant. From there I graduated to “How Much Is that Doggy in the Window” and nobody has been able to shut me up since.

 

I especially admired Julie Andrews. I loved singing along with “Just You Wait, “ 'Enry ‘Iggins.” I knew every word to every one of the songs of all musicals I heard. I still do, which has been known to drive my friends nuts. 

 

While I was in college (in Reno, NV) I was taken by the rising popularity of folk music. I bought an old beaten up guitar for $10 on which I pounded out “Nine Hundred Miles” until my fingers bled. By the late 60’s and early  70’s I had fallen in love with the music of Joan Baez, Bob Dylan, Joni Mitchell, Judy Collins, Gordon Lightfoot, Leonard Cohen, Bonnie Raitt, The Eagles, Loggins & Messina and many other folk, folk rock and blues artists. And yes, I still loved musicals, playing roles in college theater, including The Girl in “The Fanstasticks,” and serving as musical director for a summer stock production of “You’re a Good Man, Charlie Brown,” among others.

 

About this time I began singing and playing in the steak and lobster houses that were popular then in northern Nevada and California. Most of these places were paneled in dark wood and were named after something related to the mining industry. All of them employed musicians and we played cover tunes from the greats as well as our own songs. It was a fine time to be a musician.

 

I eventually moved to San Francisco, where I delivered singing telegrams, helped out with music at the One Act Theatre Company and played at John Barleycorn Pub almost every weekend for 10 years before deciding I needed to make a steady living doing something useful. At the time I had a day job as secretary at The First Unitarian Society of San Francisco. After looking over my options, I decided that trying to help folks understand their place in the universe wasn't such a bad option, so I enrolled in graduate school at Starr King School for the Ministry and became a Unitarian Universalist Minister.

 

But I was never able to stop singing and writing. I sang with a Chicago-land folk group, “Gallimaufry,” and later for home concerts and in other venues in Colorado, which is the state I now call home. I turned to poetry as an additional form of expression, publishing a collection of dream poems, Sudden Tremor of Black Air, in 2000.

 

Now I’ve come full circle. I hope you enjoy my songs, because being able to present them to you is a dream come true for me.

 

Oh, and all that belly dance stuff? Well, yes, there's that, too.