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
In honor of Independence Day, I’m going to share with you some of my favorite films about independence, and many of these have nothing WHATSOEVER to do with the Fourth of July. 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.
“No,” she’d gently say. “Not yet.”
Not by a long shot, I’m sure is what she wanted to say.
This time of year, I think of glass beads reflecting sprightly patterns on the wall. I think of Frank Sinatra on the record player, belting out “Fly Me to the Moon” one more time, while I relish the sweet aroma of bread pudding baking in the oven. Continue reading