Hold On

I had one of those productive-but-frustrating appointments on Thursday morning, the kind that leaves me bristling with resentment in the moment but settled into a better, more balanced place a mere thirty minutes or so later. As I won't stop internet (and real-life) shouting in recent weeks, I’m in the middle of a huge developmental … Continue reading Hold On →

Choir with Dad

My dad, an accomplished musician and musicologist himself, has consistently encouraged me to foster my own appreciation for and skills in the musical arts. When I was a child, this came mostly in the form of my taking piano lessons—only briefly from him, though, since we quickly discovered that this kind of father-daughter collaboration wasn’t … Continue reading Choir with Dad →

Pops

I’m writing this for my dad on Father’s Day, but it might be a while before he sees it. It’s the weekend, and he manages to confine his usage of the internet (including checking his e-mail) mostly to working hours. Although the fact that he’s a M–F, 9–5 technology guy can be inconvenient from time … Continue reading Pops →

Keys

I started playing the piano when I was a little girl and kept at it throughout my childhood. True to my personality, I (usually) took my lessons seriously, and I got better and better, as is typically the case when one practises—turns out that all those motivational posters are right. By the time I began … Continue reading Keys →