My brother generously donated a half shit-ton of frequent flyer miles, and brought my baby to me. Right now she's on the plane back to Chicago. She loves the apartment, especially the kitchen, and the view. We're convinced that when she comes for good next year, we'll stay in this location but get a bigger... Continue Reading →
I spent the last few days with music therapists at their annual conference. These kind, passionate people wandered through the exhibit hall, light in their eyes, reverently handling ukeleles and tone drums, envisioning their students or clients playing and learning and growing through music. Some work with young kids, some with geriatric populations, some with... Continue Reading →
Meg Currell 