Click here for a nice profile today in Vox magazine, the weekly sister magazine to the Columbia Missourian.

I should say, in my defense, (jazz snob alert!) that the reference to “smooth jazz” was a little journalistic license on the part of the lady who came to interview me.  I would hate for anyone to think that I’ve gone all Kenny G in my old age.

My friend Deborah wrote to ask why there is a box of Kleenex between my legs in the photo.  Well, good question.  I’d taken the tissues off the desk in an (admittedly forlorn) attempt to make my desk look slightly less chaotic.  Because those piles of yellow folders stacked all over the place just reek of smooth professionalism, don’t they?