I hate practice rooms. And it’s not the strange stains that seem to abound on practice room rugs and walls, or the even stranger smells that linger in practice rooms that are the main sources of my dislike. It is simply that every time I’m in a practice room, I feel like an exhibit at … More Summer Practicing (The Short Stories Series)
My Dear “Kindred Spirit,” This is an “I’m being lazy” post. Nah, actually it isn’t. It’s an “I’m really busy!!” post. It’s getting into summer, so (please read the following with an extremely overdone, corny English accent) I’m afraid my schedule is just packed, dahlin’. (I know. Me, social life? hahaha!!) But I actually do … More Hymns!
My Dear “Kindred Spirit,” I am tired and sweaty and dehydrated. My feet hurt from high heels, there’s way too much paint on my face that I still need to wash off, and I hope that whoever invented upper underwear had to wear it every day of their life (sorry, if you’re a kindred spirit … More Come Alive!
My Dear "Kindred Spirit," 