As a member of a military family, I traveled widely in my youth and loved it. My musical career started at the age of six when I began voice lessons and performances, singing duets with my father who was a baritone. The piano began at age ten. By age fourteen, I was singing for large groups then performed on the piano doing concert pieces with an orchestra when in high school in California.

During my long career as a musician, I accompanied such prestigious singing groups as those from the Mormon Tabernacle Choir, various professional singers, and played keyboard in a rock group for several years. My arrangements of hymns and my own compositions have been sung by various choirs in stakes in Idaho and Utah. I'm also a published composer of a cantata: The Fulfillment [Douglas Publishing, Henderson, NV]. A peculiar arthritis has claimed my hands and persistent practice is no longer possible, but music will always be my means of transport to the heavens... Into the Spirit. I hear it from the tops of the mountains, even the peaks of the Rocky Mountains. I rejoice in the language of God!

After my third brain tumor was diagnosed, I started writing essays, matching sketches and photos to the words. Several years later a novel formed in my head and a series of romance novels began as the title of one of my songs, "Safe in All Things." Nine of the compositions mentioned in my series of novels about Lillian Cline Barrington are featured on the CD "Safe in All Things" which is available on this site. A future CD is planned using "Safe in All Things," "Lift Your Heart," and the words to Russell's "Yesterday's Waltz."

A wonderful example was set for me by my grandmother, Dorothy Clapp Robinson - a well-known writer of children's stories, religious articles, women's articles for national magazines, and book The Mystery of Contrary House. In addition, I cannot discount the professors who have encouraged me with the worth of my writing since my divorce at an older age and my homelessness for twenty months. Medically, I have only two or three years left in life and wish to live it with my fingers typing away, my brain finding the right words to bring life to the pages of books. Perhaps even become a real artist with my pencils or photographs.

If nothing else, I profess to know one thing: While imperfect in all other things, the Human spirit can learn to love perfectly. It can.