Now you might suppose that a lady who has lived with a couple of suitcases for the past twenty some years, who has seen a lot of airports, sung in some great theatres, seen wonderful cities, worked with amazing colleagues, and spent a lot of time memorizing 350 page scores of music might consider that this is the sum total of her existence, and that's not bad, either.
But what if, all of a sudden, out of nowhere, WHAMMO, she meets the most amazing, gifted, funny, wonderful man in the whole wide world --- artist Paolo Crucili (an Italian man, at that), they fall madly in love, and decide to get married?
You got it: that's what happens, and that's why the suitcases have been sitting mostly in the closet lately, and the lady in question has been learning some new skills, aka how to be a wife! It's nice! Never, ever thought it would be a line in my story, and now it's a whole new BOOK!
So for the moment, the mezzo is semi-parked career wise, and that's OK too. 25 years of stage hopping is a fairly respectable number in an opera singer's career, and a break is permissible. She's a mezzo, and in the meantime, can always do old lady roles and concerts and have a slow-travel career, and continue to mentor and do master classes and....
Paolo has a whole bunch of talent---you can see his work here: