But today I looked toward the sky. Not because of some crazy whim, but because I heard the sounds of irate birds, and the sound seemed to be intensifying, so much so, that I could no longer ignore it. Continue reading →
You are no different than the rest. Just like all the other seasons you waltz in like you’re going to stick around forever, but the next thing I know you’re on a fast-pace conga line outta here, and along comes Fall. Continue reading →
But with every new selection I’d learn to play, I kept thinking of the “Moonlight Sonata,” the classic standard that should be in every pianist’s repertoire. I’d look over the songbook, wondering if I was ready to learn it, and I’d ask Criseida for her opinion.