My husband likes to say that our trip to the remote reaches of Baxter State Park in Maine one hot week in August 33 years ago was one of the greatest bait-and-switches of all time.

We were only months into our new relationship as boyfriend and girlfriend when we had…


The door to my Hell’s Kitchen studio cracked open just a few months north of 32 years ago. And my life has never been the same. It’s a long story.

It was a summer’s night. My then boyfriend Howard and I had gone out for Mexican food as we liked…


My dad walked the talk to the very end.

Walk the talk, don’t talk the walk. That’s what I posted recently when Facebook asked me what advice from my father, Paul, I tried to live by. Truth be told, he probably didn’t say that exactly. He would have scoffed at…


I didn’t hesitate to chime in on Facebook to post “me too” — to say — yes, yes, indeed, I had been sexually harassed or assaulted. The truth is that I had been harboring the story of what had happened to me for nearly 45 years.

It was my dirty…


It Took a Global Pandemic to Find My Voice Again

This is my voice.

I am walking to the microphone, the first time in months, to sing in front of people live. The people before me are not random strangers, and no one is paying to be there. …

Fay Jarosh Ellis

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