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
I see the approach of time and watch with caution the degradation of my body, but can't help but celebrate my ongoing good health.
It's time for women to call out the shitty back-stabbing behavior of their fellow women, the behind-the-hand whispers, the opaque negotiations that exile the less powerful and truly stand with and for each other.
I sit for a moment in the sun, breathing its warmth into the corners of my lungs. It was a good, hard three hours, and I'm ecstatic, filthy and exhausted. It's planting season, and the next six months hold mysteries I haven't even contemplated. But what will come will be managed.