You've read four articles now in this series on fear and desire (or I hope you have). You know about the desire you buried. The fear that's been runni...

It's been eight months since I went to Ireland. Eight months since I got on a plane with my son to write the music I'd been burying for thirty years. ...

I was thirty-four when I finally said it out loud.

Not what I was supposed to say. Not the kind of thing that gets you a bigger church or a pat on th...