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 mother. The are two men sitting next to me speaking a language that I can’t … Read more
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 a go of this thing? What if I lose my singing voice and never sing … Read more
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 members, instruments, music stands, office supplies, and more. I ventured in there the other day … Read more
The Merriam-Webster Dictionary has 13 different definitions for the word to Breathe. Watching someone struggle to breathe brings it’s necessity clearly into focus. Each breath is an intense labor, the exhausting kind of work that leaves it’s victim pale and wasted. Is there anything more important than drawing a breath? Sometimes it feels that I’ve … Read more
It’s fun to sit by the door of the coffee shop and watch people come in for their morning cup’a joe. Some, still in their slippers, stagger in as if their life depended on getting to the counter. Others fling open the door and race to make their demands known. Some will be here for awhile, choosing … Read more