Homecoming Sometimes you can go back. But why, you might ask, why would I want to go back to this: I’m 17. I’m with the band. Read More » 30 Comments
For shame I have buried two shameful secrets for most of my life. Today I’m coming clean. Which is not easy for a recovering perfectionist. ~~~~~ The Read More » 26 Comments
All that’s left About the time I started middle school (or, as we used to say, “junior high”) I had exasperated my piano teacher to the point where Read More » 20 Comments