TweetWhen I was growing up, I took piano lessons for nine years. At some point during my tenure as ivory tickler, my teacher, Mrs. Wolverton, asked me to start tracking my practice minutes each week and then submit them to … Continue reading
Tweet A friend is someone who knows the song in your heart and can sing it back to you when you have forgotten the words. – Bernard Meltzer One of my best friends is turning 9 today. He … Continue reading
TweetProbably because the weather has been so forbidding this week–damn cold and unbelievably blustery–we’ve been delighting in indoor pursuits. The grey and the dark and the blow-the-pants-right-off-your-legs wind outside all highlight the beauty of food, conversation, warmth, shelter, reminding us … Continue reading
Tweet When the tide is working its way towards the shore, it doesn’t just rush in, plop onto the sectional couch, and dig in to a plate of nachos. Rather, it flows in stirringly, breaches the sandy banks, and then … Continue reading
Tweet“I am haunted by waters,” ends Norman Maclean’s lyrical novella A River Runs Through It. The word “haunted,” as Maclean intends it, is not so much “plaguing my nightmares”—in the fashion of John Lithgow’s serial killer turn on Dexter, where … Continue reading