Annie’s Blog

In anticipation of my mother's 79th birthday in 1997, I asked her a few months ahead what she might like as a gift. "Oh," she said, "you know all I want is a painting." Gulp. Would've been a lot easier…

 Under a recent full moon these wild women gathered for ceremonial re-bonding that featured ingestion of Limoncello and gifting of Samsonite for the travel-bound. Unlikely pairing?  Truly. Yet indeed a restorative--an elixir; a balm; reputedly even a floor wax!  While it…

In any endeavor with an element of risk, positive omens along the way can ease the mind and validate the heart. For most of us, even if well prepared, even if we like to feel ourselves beyond the scope of…

  After months of arm-resting, recuperating, rehabbing, then more months relearning to play my guitar and ukulele, it wasn't helpful when thunderstorms threatened to cancel my musical reentry Friday night at the Pantry in Green Mountain Falls. I especially didn't…

My dad, "Chick," as he was affectionately known, checked out on Fathers' Day, 1991. While I wouldn't characterize our relationship as a close one, he left a few indelible impressions on me from which I continue to draw. Among his…

There’s nothing like a two-year delay between blogs to inspire the inattention of one’s readership. So, where have I been? Well, last summer I was all set to do a variety of performing, some songwriting and eventual recording, when a…

ACROSS TIME, the title of my new album, originated from a cut off the disc that was inspired by time spent at a camp reunion. During that magical weekend, treasured parts of my past were rekindled through reminiscences with dear…