Christmas seems to arrive earlier and earlier with each passing year. Like most Americans, I used to roll my eyes as stockings, ornaments, and candy canes ap...

I sing because my soul needs it. That is the plain and simple truth. Some people mark the passage of time by the hushed magic of the first snowfall, the warm...

Southerners know a thing or two about comfort; it is one of the things for which we are best known. Whether a delicious meal, or a conversation over iced tea...

“Celebrate differences” is something we hear a lot in our current culture. Yet, we often find ourselves asking, “How do I do that?” and “What does that actua...

This was a long summer. For many of us, a lot happened. Most relevant to this blog, our wonderful Katy Covington, our previous blogger, moved with her family...

Selig A Requiem in the spring. It seems odd to sing about grief and death as we watch new life blossom outside the rehearsal room windows. The National ACDA ...

An uncharacteristic silence descends upon us as we process silently up the backstage stairs. The bright lights of the 3,500-seat hall illuminate us one by on...

A few nights ago, I was making tacos for dinner and singing in my kitchen. Feeling in need of a distraction, I sang through some of my favorite old standards...

Every year in mid-October, each chorister finds a little treat on their chair when they arrive for rehearsal. It isn’t a bite-sized Snickers, or a Reese’s or...

I have participated in many, many choirs throughout my career. I have learned something from all of them, and some taught me skills that changed my life. But...

Every voice is its own unique instrument. The sound of each voice has been honed by a mix of vocal coaches, choral directors, and our own musical exploration...

The first rehearsal is a bit like the first day of school. The excitement of seeing old friends, the anticipation of the new kids, the gathering of bags, sup...