Not just whistling dixie…
Working with a friend the other day, I had to step out of the room for a moment. I could hear him whistling one of the tunes we were working on. High and light, the sound carried through a closed …
Working with a friend the other day, I had to step out of the room for a moment. I could hear him whistling one of the tunes we were working on. High and light, the sound carried through a closed …
One of the favorite pastors that I worked for would show up in the morning at the church and say “well, I guess God didn’t want me last night, so I’m here.” Always made me laugh- still does. So, it’s Wednesday. …
Things seen from the coffee shop window… There is a little boy running across the parking lot with a purse in his hand. No one is chasing him, so either he got away clean or he’s bringing it to his …
Since I began this new adventure called “self-employment” I’ve had an almost daily panic attack. It starts out in reality like this: What if I can’t make any money? What if my health is compromised? What if I don’t have enough students to make …
There are 15 boxes of “stuff” in my spare bedroom! Remnants of my former life as a church music director- music, books about music, books about religion, books about art, art from the walls, games, toys, gifts from students and congregation …