Broken Wings

There is an amazing tiny book by a Paul Gallico, The Snow Goose, 1940, that haunts me to this very day. WWII Dunkirk. To me there is only one recorded version to listen to which is with Herbert Marshal… in the 50’s. If I played it now I would still cry. ... Continue reading →


Why did I do that?  Why do they do that?  Nothing was accomplished!  Or wasn’t that great?  I wish it could be that way all the time.  Why is she so upset?  Why is he so stupid?  Why can’t they just say nice things?  Why does abuse exist?  What is all ... Continue reading →