Feeling Devastated, or, What My Piano Teacher Means to Me

It has been a rough week at my house, for several reasons, many of which I won't write about. But yesterday a lot of emotions overflowed when I received a letter from my piano teacher, Kris Davis, the one who guided me through my adolescent years. More accurately, I received a letter from her husband.... Continue Reading →

Advertisements

Books for My Daughter(s)

When my oldest daughter was a baby, and I was bored being at home all of the time, we used to go to the thrift store and look at books to pass the time. And we'd buy them. Who am I kidding? I wasn’t just looking. I was buying. I'd put my little daughter in a shopping... Continue Reading →

Blog at WordPress.com.

Up ↑