When love is unkind, it is not love anymore.

I am, I cried. I am, I said. And I am lost.

Home's the most excellent place of all.

I got worries by the ton, getting cancer's only one. Over taxed and alimonied, tired of eating fried baloney.

Over the years, you grow up, you mature and you see things in a different way, and it's reflected in the writing.

Then come and as we lay, beside this sleepy glade, there I will sing to you my Longfellow serenade.

I came back to performing with a different attitude about performing and myself. I wasn't expecting perfection any more, just hoping for an occasional inspiration.