Swaddled in a fuzzy, light blue blanket, the baby finally stopped shrieking. His mommy’s demeanor shifted from frenzied to relieved. I asked her if she needed help; traveling alone with a little person who wholly depends on the adult is overwhelming.

I love music. It lifts me higher, stirs my spirit, and it is a universal language of the soul. The eight summers I spent at Interlochen Arts Camp furthered my connection and passion for classical, broadway and all other genres.

Some things are better left unsaid. Do you believe and live by this old adage? Or, do you speak your truth no matter what the consequence?

My husband for his lifetime role as forever love, best friend, and so much more.

It’s 3:41 p.m. on Monday. I haven’t felt creatively inspired this week. And how could I possibly write something more entertaining and (I hope!) engaging than Mr. Joe Biden calling my teenage son Alec?