. . . my practice connects me to the visceral nature of playing an instrument, the raw thrumming vibration that courses through your body when you put your hands on the keys.
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
. . . my life is ripe and full and luscious . . . Like aging, this opportunity to mature and learn is a gift . . .
Yesterday was Madeleine L'Engle's birthday. Her work was formative for me as a young girl, first as a reader (her most famous main character's name is Meg, after all), and then as a writer. My first short story when I was young was about time travel. Her characters and storylines gave me hope. She wrote... Continue Reading →