“A writer takes earnest measures to secure his solitude and then finds endless ways to squander it.” -Don DeLillo Do you do it? I do. I’m at my computer when I realize that I’m thirsty. A walk to the kitchen turns my attention to my feet. They’re cold. Time for socks. As I pull on my socks […]
Brian Crain’s “Song for Sienna” is a tune that moved me to tears the first time I heard it. I think I was listening to a Pandora station when it came on, and whatever I was doing was immediately paused. It’s a simple composition that sounds full of hope and sorrow, triumph and loss, patience […]
I can’t not create something. It seems there’s always something brewing, something in the works. Maybe it’s a batch of biscotti, perhaps it’s one of these blog posts. Sometimes I’ll hear a song on the radio and give it a classical spin on the piano, full of ascending and cascading arpeggios that give a nod […]
Bruce Hornsby is one of my favorite musicians, and “The Show Goes On” is one of his songs that I adore the most. There’s something about the way the piano slowly, quietly introduces the song, then builds into something that’s both contemplative and sure, confused yet hopeful. It’s a fitting melody and appropriate title for a […]
Have you ever watched a movie, concert, visited a museum, been in awe of natural beauty, done or even seen something so moving to the point where you’re keenly aware of your heartbeat? At any second, it feels like it might just jump out of your chest. It’s pulsing and pounding, as if to tell you, […]
It was faint, but I knew it in a heartbeat. It was the sound of patient, dutiful learning. Yesterday morning’s walk took me through a familiar neighborhood, past a house that I’ve passed time and time again, but there was a new sound coming from it. It was a sound I knew well, because I […]
Have you ever been at a loss? I have. In fact, I’m at a loss right now. It’s a loss that lacks an exact definition, but there’s nothing lacking about its presence. It’s definitely there. In my spirit, there’s a hole. How to fill it, I’m not sure. I don’t believe that it can be […]
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