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A Cautionary Tale

In my very first group of students at AMDA NY was a young woman, β€œMartha”, with a huge, high belt voice. Not surprisingly, she had no real head voice to speak of and unfortunately, as I discovered over our time together, she had no interest whatsoever in developing it. Being a teenager and seemingly vocally …


Three Bucks, Two Bags, One Me

On September 9, 1998, I got on a plane in Portland, Oregon headed to New York City, New York. I had a purse, a carry-on, and two large suitcases. I had a temporary place to stay in a women’s dorm on 34th Street. I had the possibility of two jobs. And a voice teacher. I …