Don't you hate it when people judge you without knowing the facts? Don't do that to other people!
Empathy and Compassion
Midnight Mass
I remember the year I was old enough to go to Midnight Mass. My uncle was in town for Christmas, and he took me -- just me, no siblings -- to the darkest, most mysterious Mass of the whole year. I was probably 10, the youngest of five, and all of my siblings were now... Continue Reading →
My Old Friend
By dint of being in the right place at the right time, I have tumbled into the reason for my lifelong love affair with the piano
Iced Milk
Having contact with people who will listen without trying to convince me that my experience could not possibly have been as bad as I claim, who then have their own stories that line up in tidy parallels to mine makes me feel like I'm suddenly whole, real, verifiable.
Estey
Teaching adults has stirred a part of my music brain that has been silent for a while.
Meg Currell 