Barbara Writes

Austin and I got to sit down with Nightlife Exchange to answer their "Six Questions of Vital Importance". It was a lovely moment of...

I had a delightful time talking about life, the universe and my new single with Call Me Adam! You can read all about it HERE

Critically acclaimed Cabaret Singer/Actor/Writer, Barbara Bleier, releases the first digital single of her career. Barbara, who made...

Put on your most festive PJs, break out the egg nog and tune in to Metropolitan Zoom Saturday December 4th at 7:00 PM EST! Austin and I...

To all our good friends and faithful followers, as well as simpatico strangers... If you're up for a lift as the days get darker, come...

Where is the outrage? Texas has just put a bounty on women’s heads, has just declared open season on women seeking an abortion, and other...

For most of my adolescent and adult life, I’ve taken to writing letters to newspapers when something, usually political, gets me mad. At...

UP IN SMOKE: A Meditation on Addiction When I told my eldest grandson, hereafter referred to as EG (for Eldest Grandson) to protect his...

I suspect that many of you have seen this picture posted recently on my Facebook page, and I thank all who responded. Now I’d like to...

July 4th is a holiday that I’ve always approached with ambivalence. I’ve never been a flag flyer, and have preferred to leave...

How the last four years have dimmed my hope for democracy.

So excited that Austin and I are actually doing a LIVE show at our home base, PANGEA!!! It’s Thursday night (May 20) at 6 PM, windows...

No blog post this week, Austin & I are much too busy getting ready for tonight's show. It's exciting and just a tiny bit scary to be...

My family celebrates. We celebrate everything; we do birthdays, Christmas, Chanukah, Passover, Easter, Halloween, Thanksgiving…we even...

Way back in the 1970’s, my cousin Erica gave me a poster. It had a drawing of a confused looking little guy on it, holding a bouquet of...

I recently received a genetic test kit as a gift. I dutifully spit into the test tube, and sent the saliva off to be analyzed. I’m third...

It’s been another tough week; an unusual kind of tough for me. As a former “red diaper” baby, used to fighting for minorities, oppressed...

So, look…I’ve always been a political animal. Among my earliest memories are riding atop my father’s shoulders at a “Save the Rosenbergs”...

So, there my mother was in Elmhurst, an elegant grocer’s wife, taking her children in to Manhattan weekly for music lessons, where we...

My mother, like her mother before her, was a beauty. She had black hair, grey eyes, and, as she was informed later at art school, a...