I tie up a wonderful Mother’s Day weekend down in New York with my daughter, and get ready to hop on the Fung Wah for my return to Boston. Slowly but surely, I begin to post links to and text of my work. Bear with me! So much more to come.
I had smiles on my face last night as I typed in text of articles I have written over the years. Remembering people and places: talking to Ned Rorem on the phone from his Nantucket house; navigating my way through the wild halls and rooms of Anthony Guyther’s home. So many words, so little time.
Dawn Aberg 