Be Seen, Be Heard
I’ve been teaching myself piano for three years, and I’ve noticed something about the way I play. My fingers tend to approach the keys from an oblique angle, almost coming at
Merry Christmas from the Midcentury
Long after I stopped believing in Santa, but was still a kid, there was a magical visitor to my suburban neighborhood that I looked forward to every Christmas. It was a caroling wagon:
Belief in Magic and Fear of Failure
His first-grade teacher sent us a message on the classroom app while I was working at the office. School was about to let out for the day, so my son was headed for
No Monkeys. Still a Circus.
I’m on a videoconference call at work when my cat suddenly jumps onto my desk, entering the frame seemingly from nowhere, superimposing his head or tail onto the graphic background I use
Sing-a-Long Mommy
I love to sing. I’ve got a large bank of songs in memory, and every day I come across something that evokes a line or a melody. It’s hard for me