Trained in illustration and painting, I moved to Manhattan to become a professional opera singer (why not). For years I enjoyed the privilege of singing some of the world's greatest music as a principal soloist, and for a few seasons with the extra chorus of New York's Metropolitan Opera Company. I was still peddling high C's when bone cancer settled in behind my cheek.
So began my greatest and least anticipated adventure, the subject of my new memoir:
An Opera Singer's Facial Cancer and
Pivoting yet again, I discovered another perfectly good voice and became a feature writer. Now I try to bring a wide-angle lens to everything I write, about the arts, news or culture, and as aways, the glorious human parade.
LONG AGO I took a scattershot at life and I've been catching up to my marks ever since.