Whitney Ross-Barris

A friend of mine is one of those annoying multi-talented people. Able to pick up and master most things as he chooses. He’s an exquisite guitarist, he teaches art and design at the University level and he is a remarkable…

Dear readers, where do I start? You may not remember me. I’m your friendly neighbourhood jazz singer-slash-mother of three. Since you last read me, I and my family left my “Life in the Big City,” and moved back to Uxbridge;…

It is nighttime. Not sure how late. Feels like three in the morning. Could be ten p.m. because I’m only seven years old. My big sister is next to me in our family car and we’re separated by our pillows…

A few years ago I got a part in a new translation of an old play. A young Canadian director had collaborated with the granddaughter of Bertolt Brecht and re-translated the tragic German play, Woyzeck. In casting, the director saw…

Everything I know about jazz singing I learned from a bargain bin Christmas tape. 
  
Actually, now that I’ve written that and now that it’s published in print, I should probably amend that, as I have learned a lot about jazz…