The Sister from Below
When the Muse gets Her Way

The Music Muse was a visitor when I was a girl. She was not really my muse. She belonged to my father, a musicologist and a fine pianist. ...

The muse has not ceased to surprise me since the publication of “The Sister From Below.” In that book she is weird and uncanny—a siren, a s...

A Word from Naomi Becoming a grandparent is one of the great amazements of a lifetime. Who knew the birth of the child of one's child ...

On a Sunny afternoon in September, 2010, in the Angel Room of an old Oakland, California church, several dozen people attended An Afterno...