Between Joe, Pasquale and me, we had exactly five dollars left in the piggy—enough for one day’s motel payment, due … Read More

“Out! I want you out!” screamed Connie Manzo, teacher and head coach of St Rita’s Tigers, my grade-school baseball team. … Read More

I had just talked my way out of my record contract with RCA Canada. Searching for loftier peaks to scale, … Read More

It is a curious thing to look upon an image of your father, he being much younger than you are … Read More

Amazing! I didn’t expect the masterclasses during the week of August 8th to fill up so quickly. In light of … Read More

I have met so many people after our concerts over the last couple of years asking about masterclasses. I’ve decided … Read More

We had such a great rehearsal yesterday. Built up a new arrangement for the solo section of People Gotta Move. … Read More

In the year 2001, Tricia’s father, Dale Collins, died suddenly, but peacefully, just as he himself predicted, on the slopes … Read More