A five, six, seven, eight!

A five, six, seven, eight!
Back when I was serious about the piano, I’d walk to the practice room weighed down only by a pressure to succeed and a bundle of music: something modern, something baroque, a hymnal for sight reading practice, finger exercises, etc. For each piece, my professor and I created a goal to accomplish by the next ...

I’ve been reading on the train

There’s a fine art to reading and writing in public spaces. Nowhere is this truer than on a train. You must be able to concentrate even when the baby beside you is screaming. You need to block out the Yankees fans coming home from a win or loss. The jostling, the interruptions, the announcements—all of ...