For Jay

I don’t know how many times I told him I was proud of him
I couldn’t have said it enough
there was too much to say
and I wasn’t sure he wanted to hear it
        but I know…

Dear friend and award winning singer/songwriter and Joe Jencks wrote “Let it Breathe” inspired by this Sunday Haiku Milieu:

Lay down your weapons
Love has got you surrounded
There is no way out

I had the pleasure of witnessing Joe's…

June 21st - 23rd, 2024
The Life of a Song with Jenny Bienemann and Steve Dawson

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"The Life of a Song," is a songwriter's retreat Steve Dawson and I created just for you at White…

Naomi Ashley’s brilliant new album, “Love Bug.”

Singer/songwriter Naomi Ashley has a phenomenal new album out!

And guess what else: a number of the songs were inspired by the haiku and photo I wrote and shared as part of Haiku…

Mike Konen, photo credit from Heather Horton’s January 18, 2024 concert

KNOW WHAT'S REALLY FUN?
Music!

Not that stuff they have on in the background of the grocery store or the doctor's office; although that can be fun too.…

Ideally, this is how the New Year has started off for you too.

Maybe not in a llama onesie, getting ready to plunge into the icy depths of Lake Michigan with 500 of your closest friends at the 44th Parallel…

May your holiday season be full of the things that make your heart sing!

Whether that’s time in the company of those you hold dear, or time in the solicitude of your own thoughts, the best gift we can give…

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This Thanksgiving Sunday's Haiku Milieu is a celebration of our dear and beloved family and friends near and far, like those in the photo the band The Zimmerman, taken by John…

When my daughter was little and learning to speak, she called everyone in the family by the second half of their first names.  So my dad, Grandpa, was “Papa;” her dad, Daddy, was “Didi;” my mom, Grandma (who would ultimately…

It’s a special time of year.

We are attuning to the cycles of the Earth, the temporary fallowness of the fields, and all that we may have neglected in ourselves in the rush to make the most of the sunlit…